““Their swords collided. Michael fell backward. His sword ricocheted off into the darkness, leaving him defenseless and lying on the ground. For a moment Matthew was gone. For a moment, the very darkness that was Atrum’s clothed him in a secrecy so fierce Michael reckoned it was work of this Luminarium God. He reckoned he even saw this God, staring at him with blue, winter eyes. He reckoned he heard this God, growling from within the darkness. But then there was a howl and the darkness began to fade. There he beheld it –the angel among the dead. A wolf.””
