"Thomas E. Sniegoski - Reckoning" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sniegoski Thomas E)

Vilma felt the power stir inside her andoffhandedly wondered if it was similar to thefeelings women
experienced when pregnant.She seriously doubted that having a baby growing inside her could ever scare
her as much this.Besides, if she were having a child it would bebecause it was wanted. Vilma didn't want
thisangelic power, and sometimes she suspectedthat the thing inside her knew it. It was unpredictable,
and she never knew when the essencewould awaken and cause a fuss. She tried withall her might to
keep it under control, but it waslike trying to hold back a sneezeтАФexcept asneeze didn't have the power
of Heaven behindit. Every day it seemed just a little bit strongerthan the day before, and Vilma worried
thatthere would come a time when the force wouldbe stronger than her.

Suddenly she didn't want to be on the phoneanymore, just in case the power of the Nephilimdecided to
assert itself. Most of the time it wasdownright painful, and she didn't want to giveher aunt and uncle any
reason to be more concerned for her than they already were.

Vilma told them that she had to go and that she would call them again in a couple of days.She told them
that she loved them and her nieceand nephew very much, reminded them not to worry, and assured them
that she would be back home soon.

And then, as the connection was broken, thepower of angels thrummed through her bodylike the bass
from a car stereo cranked to maximum, and Vilma wondered if this would be thetime.

The time that she could not hold it back.

Aaron Corbet couldn't pull his eyes from theentrance to the diner across the parking lot. Theelderly,
families, and truck driversтАФpeople of allshapes and sizes, heading in for breakfast andcoming out
satisfied. It was all so boringтАФsomundane.

What he wouldn't give for boring and mundane in his own life.

"What do you think that big fat guy with thebald head ate?"his Labrador retriever and bestfriend,
Gabriel, asked from his side."I think hejust burped; I can smell sausage. I love sausage,don't you,
Aaron?"

The young man didn't answer, still caughtup in the flow of normal. For just a brief momenthe wanted to
remember what it was like to bethemтАФthe people coming and going from thediner, oblivious to the
beings from Heaven,angels, who walked among them.

"Are you thinking about sausage, Aaron?"Gabriel suddenly asked him, chasing away hisbrief fantasy."Or
maybe pancakes. What I wouldn'tgive for some of those. Are you sure we can't go in and have
something to eat? I'm very hungry."

"No, we can't," Aaron responded, feelingagain the weight of the new responsibilities hehad to bear. He
had come to accept them, butthat did not make them any easier to carry.

The fallen angels that had fled to Earth afterthe war in Heaven believed in an ancientprophecy, a
revelation that an offspring of amortal woman and angel would be born intothe world of man. This
amalgam of God's greatest creations, this Nephilim, would be specialтАФdifferent from others of its
ilkтАФand would bringwith it a way in which those who had fallenfrom grace could be forgiven their sins
andreunited with their Holy Father in Heaven.Aaron Corbet was this NephilimтАФthe saviorтАФwhether he
liked it or not.