Author: JE PAYNE

—†— CHAPTER FOURTEEN —⸸— The Spirit And The Priest Father Marcus sat alone in the rectory, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. The small room adjacent to the sacristy...

—†— CHAPTER THIRTEEN —⸸— Blood And The Arcane I woke to the sound of voices. My face pressed against something soft. A pillow. The floor beneath me was hard and cold. I tried to open...

—†— CHAPTER TWELVE —⸸— The Missing Father I made it back to the office and found my name painted across the window in shiny metallic letters, just like they’d promised. I pulled out the key...

—†— CHAPTER ELEVEN —⸸— Angels In Minnesota The afternoon light sat low and pale against the storefronts, the kind of thin winter light that didn’t seem to warm anything it touched. St. Cloud had a quiet to...

—†— CHAPTER TEN —⸸— Setting up shop I looked around the office, taking in the furniture. Desk, filing cabinets, a couple of chairs. Even a coat rack by the door. For a place that had...

—†— CHAPTER NINE —⸸— What Was Written Before I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind still processing everything that had happened. The five attribute points had settled into my body without the...

—†— CHAPTER EIGHT —⸸— The Feldman Place I finished the last of the meal without rushing it. When I was done, I wiped my hands on the napkin and stood just as Mabel came by...

—†— CHAPTER SEVEN —⸸— A Little Room to Breathe The streetlights were already on, casting pools of yellow light onto the sidewalk as I made my way down Germain Street. We’d gotten out of...

—†— CHAPTER SIX —⸸— The Devil’s Due I woke to the sound of car doors slamming and men shouting outside. The late afternoon sun cut through the window at a sharp angle, painting amber stripes...

—†— CHAPTER FIVE —⸸— St Cloud Minnesota I walked through the aperture and felt my knees buckle. I grabbed for the cathedral’s iron railing, trying not to collapse on the stone steps. The bright sun seared my...