Better late than never

by veilwar

That’s what I like to tell myself, anyway. I accept full responsibility; but not the blame. I’ve done a lot of rewriting of this and the next couple chapters, and I think you’ll like the way it goes.

So, go read Chapter 31. And your traditional teaser:

Father John strode toward the enemy; a nimbus of light, like a sapphire, formed around his head and fingers of subtle fire danced in his hands. His beard stood on end, a Byzantine John Brown ready to smite his foes. His face looked tired and worn, but determined; his jaw set and eyes sharp.

Remember to comment. Comments are your way to prove that someone is wrong on the internet – and we can’t have that, can we?