Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 115
“This sounds like myth,” said Kat.
“Yeah, and so do angels, demons, jinn, faeries, and a
whole host of other allegedly ‘mythological’ beings we deal
with every day around here,” said Dylan with a chuckle.
“Okay, I’ve located the Hall of Records,” called Astrid.
“Did you say that was where the Akashic records are kept,
Richard?” Kat asked.
“Swedenborg didn’t call it that,” Astrid said again with an
irritated lilt to her voice. “Blavatsky did.”
“Whatever you call it, yeah, that’s where everything that
has ever happened in this or any other universe is stored,”
Richard answered.
“Makes the Smithsonian pale by comparison,” Susan
commented.
“What I wouldn’t give to browse that place,” said Terry
wistfully.
“Ah heard that,” agreed Dylan.
“Eat your Wheaties and say your rosary, little boy, and
someday you will,” Richard grinned.
“Wait! I think I see your guy!” Astrid’s voice raised up several
notches in excitement. “He’s limping—obviously, he
doesn’t quite know how to work that body he’s in. And he’s
carrying an avocado—very hard to do, I’d imagine, given the
gross, heavy nature of an earthly object and the subtle form
of an angelic body. It’s gotta be like lugging an anvil around!
No doubt about it, though, this is your guy.”
“What’s he doing?” asked Kat. “I mean, besides struggling
with the avocado?”
“Well, he’s not going into the Hall of Records. He’s headed
toward another building. God! It’s hard work. My heart
would go out to him if he weren’t up to no good!”
“Well, we don’t actually have any evidence that he’s
intending any evil, do we?” asked Kat hopefully.
“You mean aside from the demon-magick conspiracy, the