“Nay, wife, no need, for I have Saint Dwynwen to shield me.”
The sorceress’ eyes flashed dangerously, but she let the matter drop, at least, apparently.
The following day, the strangest experience of Iolyn’s life occurred. Once more, he knelt in front of the statue of saint Dwynwen and prayed, asking why the child had taken his sword. To his surprise, this time, the crystal enclosed within the pommel illuminated, sending a beam of light in the dim chapel to bathe the statue’s face, which created the illusion of the saint smiling down on him. Immediately his head filled with words.
“Because he is one of the Nephilim.”
“Nephilim?”
“Ay, the Nephilim are the offspring of renegade angels who created human bodies for the sole purpose of having s*x with human women. These women became pregna
