Short excerpt from first chapter, "Summer"

The colors appealed to him.
From the vastness of the void where all was either the pure radiance of burning white suns or the hollowness of cold, black space, this small gem of a world swathed in wispy clouds drew him nearer. The blues of oceans churning, the greens of fertile life stretching their arms towards the light, the browns of lands made of earth and clay - the colors had been painted on the spherical canvas with such beauty and artistry, surely this was the work of his Father.
As he gazed afar from the periphery of the solar system, he saw that the world was in constant motion. It flickered with life and death like the transient shimmering of a hummingbird's wings – scintillating in its beauty.
The Earth.
Though colored like a blue-green emerald, it had not its hardness. It was far more fragile than any gem. Like a delicate bubble, it floated and spun daintily in the ether. The slightest wind could simply make it all cease to exist.
Lucifer wondered if he should dare touch it, to see if he could hold the tiny bauble on his fingertips without bursting its temporal existence. But his reverie was interrupted by a spear of light interceding between him and the multicolored orb. The light reflected and magnified upon itself, growing ever more radiant until it obscured the sun, taking on substance and form, becoming an angel.
She stood tall and slender with eyes of wisdom, clear and bright. Eyes bright like the Morningstar. Eyes bright like Lucifer’s.
He greeted her with a smile. "Hello, my sister."
She angrily responded, "Do not mock me Lucifer! I know of your plans, and they are not right, eldest brother! The path you seek is an abomination to God!”
"I have done nothing. Nothing at all … yet.” Lucifer’s smile became more enigmatic.
His sister knew that illusion too well. There was neither joy nor laughter behind that smile. No sadness. No bitterness. It was just the interplay of shadow and light – both co-existing – curled at the corners of his lips.