Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 379
The beatific satisfaction on Kat’s face melted into concern.
She sat in the choir next to Terry and held onto Mikael’s
hand as he stood beside her.
“He’s passed out cold,” Astrid said. “He’s alone, too. No,
wait, someone is coming toward him. Another angel, carrying
a package. It’s heavy as hell, too. The guy can barely
move it.”
“What does the package look like?” asked Terry.
“It’s big, like a covered painting,” Astrid said. “The new
guy is kneeling by coma guy—”
“Hey, a little respect,” Kat said indignantly.
“Sorry. Angel B is kneeling by Angel A. I’m trying to make
out the markings on his clothes. Terry, does elosyin mean
anything to you?”
“Mah money’s on ‘mailman,’” Dylan guessed.
“No, it means ‘physic.’ He’s a doctor.”
“Who knew they had doctors in Heaven?” Dylan asked no
one in particular.
“Of course they have doctors in Heaven,” Astrid snapped
from under her blanket. “What would the earthly doctors do
when they got there if there was no work for them? And
what would happen when angels got sick?”
“Ah guess I didn’t count on angels getting’ sick is all,”
Dylan admitted.
“Okay, turning our attention from third-grade heaven to
the real thing,” Astrid continued, “Angel B has uncovered
the package. It’s...a mirror.”
“That’s it, all right,” Terry looked at Kat and nodded. She
held his eye and nodded back.
“It’s glowing. I mean it’s really shining. A bright purple
light is coming from it—no, the light is moving, floating free
of the mirror! It’s blinding, people for blocks around are
shielding their eyes. I can’t see what’s happening. Oh, now
it’s diminishing. I think the light was absorbed by Angel A.
He’s stirring, at least.”