CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The day seemed much greyer when Eva emerged from the hospital. The trees were a darker mix of green and brown, the sun dimmer. She held onto Madden’s arm, still chilled from the contact with Florentina, yet it was still Madden even if it lacked warmth. She reached up to his elbow. The cold had spread.
“So that’s how you do it,” Swanson said to Madden.
“Just about. I can’t explain it, and to be honest, I don’t know how long it’s been going on. I see things I presume are in English, and I read them.”
“What you were reading wasn’t in any known language Madden,” Gila said, stopping him. She pressed a button on her tablet computer.
“Those are Satanic glyphs.”
Madden peered at the screen. “’If willing and worthy, he shall rise again.’ I don’t get it.”
“We really need
