ANGEL BLOOD

On his seventieth birthday, Logan Rush, two weeks after a near fatal heart attack, sits naked in his swimming pool, drinking pinot noir, a color he calls angel blood — watching a Sonoma County wildfire reduce his life to ash.

His house. His art. His five unpublished novels. Much of his past. Gone. What remains: his passport, a silver canister of unreleased master tapes he has carried for forty-five years without opening, and the guilt attached to them.

The tapes belonged to Florian Swain — pianist, genius, and Logan’s closest friend — who walked into the Seine in Paris in 1979 and never came back. Logan was there. For decades he has lived knowing he could have stopped him, but chose instead to honor his friend’s final request.

Now homeless but still affluent, Logan summons an Uber to SFO with no plan and nothing resembling a future. His driver is Eve Marie Marat — twenty-three, blue-haired, beautifully tattooed, and hiding secrets of her own. Both are novelists. Both are carrying guilt. Both are running out of time. Before they reach the airport, Logan has invited her to come with him to London. By the time they pull up to the curb, she has said yes. She has her reasons.

What follows are two journeys, dual first-person narratives, parallel yet deeply entwined. Logan returns to London and Paris — and to the ghosts, unfinished loves, and buried truths of his youth — searching for some measure of peace before the end of his life. Eve Marie finds Cardiff, Wales, and a world gentler, more magical, and more alive than the one she left behind — while confronting the grief, silence, and hard truths she has spent years trying to outrun.

When their journeys finally reconverge at the sea, both must face what they have carried for far too long — and decide what, at last, they are willing to release.

This is not a love story. It’s something rarer.

Angel Blood is a novel about guilt and grace, those synchronistic moments that change lives, the people we carry long after they are gone, redemption at a price, and what becomes possible when we finally stop running from ourselves.