Chapter Twenty-ThreeREVELATION AND THE MAYAN PROPHECY
Drake went to a separate heaven, with Raphael. He became a guardian of bikers, in a biker's heaven where all the Harleys kick-started. His face and eyes healed. Seamus, a chubby figure with a walking stick, continued to tend the gardens of earth, surrounded by what the gardeners fancied to be garden gnomes.
Selfishness had always been by nature solitary, its name never Love.
Over the long cold call of the wind in purgatory Drake sometimes heard an Irish blessing. He had come to know that Eternity is not forever. The knife had been removed and his torment eased. Drake was content. The bullet turned to candy and eased itself from his wound. It sweetened heaven's leprechauns with its flavor for at least an eon, the blood congealed and h
