“Where did you learn to use a gas cooker?” Sam asked.... “And couldn’t you just, you know, use magic or something?” He… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall… — Phillip W. Simpson Copy Share Image
“We should bury the bodies,” Sam said. Gabriel shook her head. “We haven’t got time. There are two hundred and sixty seven… — 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
