Until now.
“What have we done?” asked Victorianna. Tears grooved her cheeks; her thin, white fingers trembled.
Francesco stood quickly, stalked away from them. He stopped at the window, pretended to be looking at something in the street below.
“Who gives a damn at this point!?”
Lareggia pulled his great bulk from the chair, forced himself to move forward. At this moment, he felt extremely ancient. Defeated and drained. Useless.
“Perhaps it was all meant to be like this?” he asked semi-rhetorically. “Perhaps we were merely the instruments of prophecy…”
Francesco wheeled on him, his lean face flush. “Yes, Cardinal, but the question remains: which prophecy are we talking about?”
They would soon know.
Thomas F. Monteleone, who was educated by Jesuits, holds degrees in Psychology and Literature. He has written nineteen novels, including Lyrica, Night Train, and The Magnificent Gallery, which was adapted for television.
Monteleone has edited several anthologies, including the prestigious horror and dark fantasy series, Borderlands. Monteleone is one of the founders of Borderlands Press, which produces limited editions of high-quality works of imaginative fiction.
A regular on the college lecture circuit, Monteleone speaks with humor and acerbity on nearly every topic under the sun. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland.
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