Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

100 :: JOHN R. MABRY
Susan laughed. “It sure the hell is.”
Kat looked down, and a reflective hush descended over the
room. Susan blew on her tea and gave her the space she
needed. Eventually, she cocked her head, looking at Susan
through her hair with one eye. “Can I tell you something...well,
kind of weird.”
“My dear, I’ve been filling the air with weirdness for fifteen
minutes. Don’t you think it’s your turn?”
Kat smiled and looked down again. “I saw this place
before I came here. I...dream things....”
:: 20 ::
When Terry got home, the others were just sitting down to
lunch. His hands were shaking as he joined them and picked
up his sandwich.
“Hi, Baby,” Brian, bustling around the table, leaned in
and kissed him. “You okay?”
“I am physically unharmed, honey, but I am not okay.”
“What’s up, Terry?” asked Richard, taking a bite.
Terry looked over at Kat. Her face was ashen, obviously
desperate for news. “Your brother’s body is in the hospital,
but your brother is not there.”
Richard nodded gravely, as if expecting this news.
“But someone else is,” Terry finished.
“What does that mean?” Kat asked.
“Is he possessed?” asked Brian.
“Yes, he’s possessed, but not by a demon.” Suddenly Terry
realized every eye in the place was on him. “I think there’s an
angel in there.”
“He’s possessed by an angel?” Dylan sputtered. “Is that
even possible?”