Chapter Twenty-TwoWith Dareboy flown away on Uriel's back, there was nothing for Timothie to do but take charge. So, he swirled in his cloak with the burning cross and silver stars sprinkled about its expanse. The Silver Warriors watched wide-eyed as he took a stand in front of the now empty front window, wearing black Levi 501s and white shirt open at the top, with the sleeves cut off. He wore black sandals and a Blackstone cap.
“Let's bow to the man,” called Ben. “He'll tell us what to do and where to go on our quest to rid the world of evil.”
“Yes,” they echoed, “He is the man of the hour.”
Ross Murray eased his long back into a velveteen armchair. He tapped with his cane on the parquet floor beside him. “My friend,” he murmured, and his wife pursed her lips and sat up straighter tha
