Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 231
In the quiet of his own room, the last light of the day filtering
through the blinds, Richard allowed himself a moment
of repose. Everything was still—especially, most unusually,
his own heart. He breathed deep, and felt his awareness
expand. He felt every ache in his bones, felt his weariness,
saw clearly the toll the stress of the last few days had taken
on his psyche, his stamina, his soul.
He breathed again, and spoke aloud. “Thank you.”
Thanks be to God they had Mikael back...if not completely
back. He felt the worry and anxiety drain from him, sure
that if he looked at his feet he would see a pool of water
spreading outward. He closed his eyes and prayed again the
only two words that mattered in the whole of creation:
“Thank you.”
:: 47 ::
Showered and changed, Richard met the others downstairs
for supper. Tobias begged beside the table as Brian
unveiled his nut loaf with cranberry gravy to the instant
Pavlovian salivation of all who had experienced it before.
Kat, however, said, “What the hell is that?” Then she covered
her mouth and blushed.
“That, my dear, is dinner. Eat it or starve,” Brian barked
at her, with mock-annoyance.
The lazy susan was quickly loaded with mashed potatoes
and ginger spinach. Dylan said a simple grace, and the little
susan started spinning.
The big Susan was eyeing Kat with worried caution.
Richard noticed, and directed his question to her. “Kat, is
Mikael all set?”
She froze at the question, not sure how to answer it. Terry