Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 103
For a moment, nobody said anything. It was simply too
strange to take in all at once. “Why would Randy want to
go to Heaven?” asked Kat, then realizing how that sounded,
qualified it. “Well, who wouldn’t want to go to Heaven? But
I mean, why work demon-magick to do it?”
“Good question, honey,” said Terry. “Let’s say we do have
a magician who has snuck into Heaven wearing an angel’s
body—what’s he up to?”
“I think we need to see what he’s doing,” Richard said.
“Can we do that?” asked Kat.
“Well, call me crazy,” said Dylan, “but Ah think it has
something to do with avocadas.”
:: 21 ::
Alan Dane watched the little girl closely as her mother
scolded her. He couldn’t hear her words, but he recognized
the rage, the hand raised in threat, the blood rising into her
face. He remembered his own father’s abuse as if it were yesterday.
If ever there were a child in need of rescue, this little
girl was one.
The girl looked poor, possibly Hispanic or Middle Eastern.
Dane’s eyes darted from one end of the street to the other.
The mother, still pontificating and gesticulating, went back
inside an apartment building. The little girl sat on the steps,
head in her hands, her face a hard mask determined not to
cry.
Dane’s heart went out to her. What could this sweet child
have done to warrant such a response? It was criminal. He
sat patiently, waiting for her to act.
He had been on edge ever since he discovered those priests
in his house attempting to subvert his justice. He normally