FIONA
It was like being slapped in the face. The sick man stumbled backwards, horror in his eyes.
It was as if both men had forgotten I was there and I stood in the corner, too stunned to even speak.
What the actual sliverbitten hell was happening right now?
Shaking like a leaf the man looked up at the Bishop and tears ran down his cheek.
“But I believe!” He cried frantically. “You must believe me. I believe.”
But the Bishop wouldn’t so much as blink. He had the effrontery to stare down almost kindly at the man.
“It is too late. The goddess has turned her face from you.”
The man’s face crumbled inward like a stack of card.
“I….I will die,” he whispered.
The Bishop’s expression did not change. “Then you will return to her,” he replied. “And she will welcome you with loving ar
