"Fire may shine bright, but it also casts dark shadows," AnnaBelle pipes up. She'd been quiet for the most part, only speaking occasionally. "I will pray to the Lord that she finds her way back to the light."
Angela gives AnnaBelle a calculating look, before saying, "You know that the Pillar of Light is the same as your God, right?"
The look that crosses the older woman's face is hard to read, and she withdraws, no longer willing to talk to us. Occasionally I hear her mumbling, "Pillar of Light. . . ."
The sun has long since set by the time we hit the Florida Keys, and too late does it occur to me that the path to the demesne of Water is likely going to be in the water.
"Relax, Lyden," Angela calmly tells me. "The portal we need is under the Bermuda Triangle."
