You'd think that after a couple of thousand years, I'd be able to find my angel wings when I wanted them. Pretty hard to misplace, if you think about it at all. But when I woke up to go to work this morning, they weren't there. Not in my closet, not hanging on the bedpost, and certainly not on my shoulders where they always had been. Sure, I was always able to appear to humans without them. But just because they couldn't see them, didn't mean they were gone. Of course, that wasn't the bad part. Along with the wings, I'd lost all my ""magic"" powers. So I was basically stuck on earth like any other human. But, no, I wasn't going to test whether I was still bascially immortal. I'm not stupid, even if maybe forgetful. And there was something important I was supposed to remember. Something about saving the world - but of course, this was lost to me right now - too... Get Your Copy Now.