The inside of the cottage was basic, but very comfortable. It had two small wooden-framed windows, and a fireplace with a fire in the grate that produced a comforting and welcoming warmth. The white walls had been painted with delicate runes and shapes that reminded Judas of something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Ray had made himself at home with a few personal touches added here and there.
Sitting at the small wooden table in the centre of the room was another angel. If you had only one word to describe him it would be ‘dusty’. He had a handsome but lined face, with long black hair that reached down to his waist and wings that were speckled with silver and bronze, and Judas knew that wings that were coloured in this way indicated great age and wisdom. Angels don’t really sho
