Sophy Burnham

The angel appeared in the White House without warning, no blowing of trumpets or rushing of wings. It stood by the President's bed, radiant, white. Its eyes were pools of love. Its light flooded the bedroom, surrounding and engulfing the President. The angel faded without saying a word, but its appearance forever changed the fate of the world . . .   Millions of readers have come to cherish Burnham's glorious A Book of Angels and Angel Letters....