Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 187
“Oh, sorry,” Richard jumped up.
“And grab my laptop while you’re down there!” Terry
called after him.
In a minute or so Richard returned with the jug of orange
juice in one hand and the laptop in the other.
“Can you set up and transcribe?” Terry asked.
Richard nodded and planted himself in the room’s only
chair, opening the laptop and creating a new file.
Terry continued to bathe the magician’s face in warm
water. The angel smacked his lips and made small whimpering
noises.
“Hey, I’d like to talk to you,” Terry said softly to the
angel. “Can you understand me?”
The angel smacked his lips, but otherwise did not reply.
The magician’s eyes did not focus on him, but stared straight
ahead.
“It looks like he’s blind,” Richard noted.
Terry nodded and, concentrating, closed his own eyes and
made his way into the ball of purple light in his imagination.
Summoning it, he led the light to the optic nerves of the
magician’s body. Briefly, Terry told Richard what he was
doing. “It’s not like I’m connecting him to the eyes, but
pointing out a connection that he hadn’t noticed yet.”
“Got it,” said Richard, typing furiously.
Terry knew he had been successful when the angel gasped
and his whole body jerked. Terry opened his eyes, and
locked them on the magician’s. There was light in them now,
and they were flitting back and forth in a panicked, desperate
manner.
“It’s okay,” Terry said soothingly. “You’re safe, here. The
body you’re in was the one made for Adam. It is a Good
Thing. You just have to get used to it.” He smiled at the
angel and his eyes softened with compassion. “You don’t
understand a damn thing I’m saying do you?” The angel’s
eyes were wide and frightened.