“Stained-glass windows glowed faintly in the moonlight streaming through, illuminating the sculpture of Christ on the cross that hung above the altar. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Then the sculpture seemed to move, and Christ’s… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“Because I had to see for myself. I had to see inside the church. To see who it is that I’m fighting for.” “And did you see?” (remembered Jesus, the son of God and his saviour smiling at him.)Sam smiled.… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“How was he meant to find the Antichrist? Just walk down the street and say ‘Hello. Excuse me, but could you please point me… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“Twelve years earlier “And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“As with everything she did, Aimi excelled. Academically, she was in the top one percent of students in the state and was in the… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“9 years earlier “Behold, the day of the LORD comes, Cruel, with both wrath and fierce anger, To lay the land desolate; And He… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“Apology accepted. Everyone makes mistakes. You are part-human after all.” — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“You know, school’s not all that great,” she said. “I’d much rather stay here at home with you and Papa.” - Aimi” — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“His scream was more of a roar, pouring out of him in a great torrent. Screaming for his loss, venting his pain.” — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“Where did you learn to use a gas cooker?” Sam asked… “And couldn’t you just, you know, use magic or something?” He wriggled his… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the truth needs to be heard even if no-one will listen. There is always a chance that someone will believe you.” — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“Hello, Samael,” she said, her voice like rustling silk. Sam was speechless. How did such a creature even know his name? He opened his… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“Part of you isn’t demon,” she said. “You’re all human – you just have those horns for decoration.” — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
