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irrational reaction. In that sense, I was one up on him. I was still alive, and if I wanted to stay that way, I had to have a plan. If I didn't, it could very well be that I wouldn't be around to make that final entry in the Wages Journal. |
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"Ready for what?" I managed, a little too surly. |
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"To witness what no other nonbeliever has been privileged to witnessthe sabbat of the all-powerful, the rebirth of Sate." As Bert Johnson finished his invitation, his eyes drifted shut as though he had been transported into some kind of ethereal dimension. |
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It was only then that I realized that the man had shed his normal attire for a black, featureless, coarse robe with a simple single strand of gold rope at the collar. In the flickering light of the bank of torches, he looked pale and hollow, uncertain of his own destiny as well. |
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Angie stepped away from us as though she was in a trance. She moved around to the front and led the way. |
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"You will follow," Bert instructed. The ungainly pistol that had brought an abrupt and violent end to the life of Jake Madden was still clutched tightly in his hand. |
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Isolated fragments of a rapidly formulating plan for self-preservation were starting to materialize. I nonchalantly stooped over and picked up the backpack, |
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