As Wings Unfurl - Romance / Science Fiction - Retail Audio Sample
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he reached back with his hands, hoping to break her grip. He gasped and sputtered, straining to get air back into his lungs. The blood from his finger ran across his chin, a murky curtain lowered over his vision. A moment later, he was seated at his desk, slumped over with his head, resting on the blogger Jason. A man's voice. Jason straightened up a blur wavered before him. I told you, Jason swallowed as a figure emerged. For some reason, he expected something very different, something out of a nightmare. Instead, a very familiar individuals stood before him. Monsignor to a It's you and you're alive. The castle figure came into focus. Of course. Why wouldn't I be? I was told. I mean, Jason wasn't sure why he had had such an odd thought. When I came in, you were asleep, Perhaps a bad dream. Jason held his head in both hands, his intact hands, a whopper. Monsignor, I I must have dozed off. The monsignor sat across from him. I received the photo. It would appear my suspicions were correct. He sagged into the chair and brought up the picture to the light. The cardinal and a woman in his private office. Any idea who she is? Jason felt a twinge and rubbed his fingertip. The woman in the photo seemed to be staring at him. The dark hair, the oversized bangs. He knew the woman. She isn't relevant. The cardinal is a disgrace. The church needs to be informed. Cardinal Michael's will be forced to step down Monsignor to replace the photo back in its envelope. Now, what about the negatives? Surely you took more photographs. Jason fought down a sudden urge to run. He couldn't understand why he was so nervous. Actually, that's the only one that came out and focus. The negative isn't here. The bears tend of a grimace, flashed across the monsignor's narrow face as he raised his chin. It's no problem on senior. I can get it for you, but I must have it now. Jason jumped at the staccato delivery. His finger began throbbing. The monsignor relaxed his mouth and smiled. Sorry about that. I'm meeting with the diocese office this morning. That is the reason for my insistence. I was hoping to show them the proof of his promiscuity, his breach of a sacred oath when I didn't hear back from you right away. I put it in a book and gave that to a friend of mine to hold on to. So Wharton. Maybe you know him. He's the owner of War Chins Books near the train station. I figured until we had a chance to meet, that would be a safer hiding place in this office. Monsignor to he stood. Yes, I know the store. I think our little conversation has come to an end. At 15 floors up, the morning sun bore through the window blinds, sending bars of light across the desk and bright stripes over the monsignor's black castle. The striations blurred and reformed as if painted onto a moving canvas. Jason watch the light show with mild interest as his body floated above the monsignor and walked it back down onto the surface of the desk like a gently settling autumn leaf. He tried to sit up, but its legs were numb and his body seemed distant and disconnected. He shut his eyes tight, wishing it were a nightmare and hoping to awake. Jason, his eyes snapped open and his heart stuttered. The face of an angel stared down at him with bright, smiling eyes, her mouth twisted into a grin. She was the Cardinals bench and something more, something that made his stomach turn her bangs moved aside, and he saw himself reflected in her in large black pupils, her lips parted to reveal a long, thin tongue. When a silver hearing came into view, Jason screamed.