The following snippet is from the last book in the series, Storm in the Canyon. Justice, Remus and Racine are spirit guides but that is about to change for one of them.
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Justus
and Remus looked up as Racine
came to where they had been watching the Morgans give their son a bath before
putting him to bed.
“What’s
up?” Remus asked when he saw her distressed expression.
“Have
you ever heard of guides or angels, being turned into humans?”
Both
stared at her. “It’s in the Bible, other sacred traditions, but usually not
permanent,” Remus said.
“But
it can happen,” Justus agreed. “Angels came to Sodom and Gomorrah and took what appeared to be human
forms. They could eat.”
Racine moved away from the happy family scene.
The other two followed. They landed in a pine tree at the edge of the forest to
the west of the ranch.
“Why
are you asking?” Justus frowned.
“Have
you missed being human?”
“Not
particularly. Well, maybe sometimes. There are things I liked about it,” Remus
responded when Justus just stared at her.
“What’s
it like?”
“It
has its moments,” Justus said. “I will probably take a human life again
someday. Are you saying you never have?”
She
shook her head. “I was created as I am. I’ve never aged or grown—well except
through new observations. I don’t think I can call them experiences.”
“You’re
not an angel though?”
“There
are other beings… There must be.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I mean I am one of
them.”
“Is
this disturbing you now?” Remus asked with more sensitivity than Justus usually
had.
“It
wasn’t. I hadn’t really thought of options. I have been happy as I was or maybe
I just wasn’t very imaginative. Anyway I was asked by Aretha to become a
human.”
“Be
born again—er make that be born once?”
“No,
and not to take someone else’s human body either. It was to just transition or
whatever they call it. She said I would become human as I am.”
The
two were silent for awhile. “Did she say why?”
“It
involves what’s going on out at Diablo
Canyon. She thinks I
could help more on the human side than I can here.” If she had been human,
she’d have cried at that thought. It had to mean Aretha didn’t have faith in
her as a guide any more.
“No,
it does not,” Remus said putting his hand on her shoulder or what would have
been a shoulder if she had had one.
Beneath
them six mule deer came out of the forest, one of them a buck with four points
on his antlers. The animals grazed along the bushes and wildflowers with a wary
eye constantly looking for danger.
“It
is dangerous to be a human. I could be killed,” she said as she admired the
muscular beauty of the male paying more attention to how his impressive muscles
moved his body with such grace.
“Well
you’d at least know it wasn’t a permanent condition,” Justus said with a smirk.
“It
might hurt though.”
“Racine, life does hurt.
It’s what it’s all about. Maybe Aretha is right about you needing that
experience… except why not be born a baby?”
“She
said I am needed now for what is coming.”
The
two guides looked at her and then toward the south. “Oh,” they both said at the
same time.
