“War.”
Harry paced across the stage, waggling his finger at the people who filled almost every seat in this auditorium. Word of what he had been doing was spreading. Everyone wanted a look at the preacher who used force-fields and claimed divine knowledge from the god damn Overseers. “I bet many of you are spoiling for that.”
Spinning to face his audience with fists on his hips, Harry frowned. “But that is exactly what the Overseers want.”
exactlyA young woman in the third row shot out of her seat. She was pretty and short, with long blonde hair and a round face. “What?” she asked. “We"re just supposed to take your word for that?”
Harry smiled, bowing his head to her. “I get it,” he said. “By now, you all know about my little gift. The man who can wield Overseer technology. But what do
