by Eve Verne
Humans were breeding like destructive rabbits when Angel Micah abruptly got put in charge of the Population Control. The wrong celestial feathers are getting ruffled, and powerful, shadowy factions in heaven’s command hierarchy want Micah’s wings roasted on a spit... Can one inexperienced, well-intentioned angel clean up the mess humans are making—or will the population boom send the Anthropocene hurtling towards certain Apocalypse?
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