He reached up and grasped the doorknob carefully, half-hoping it would be locked. “And that’s the worst of it I don’t know where they came from.” He began to shake and with the trembling came the terror. “What happened?” And then the full horror of it struck him. “My God,” Margo breathed, as she slipped the robe from his shoulders. The marks were swollen and stood out in painful relief from the pale whiteness of his back. Only later did he make the awful discovery: On Peter’s back, from his shoulders to his waist, were angry red welts. He was joined at last to the Society of St. He began silently repeating the Acts of Faith and Contrition, as his ecstasy grew. He felt the heat of hell glowing around him and as his discomfort grew he became frightened.… Then he was being drawn downward and he felt angelic hands caress him. His senses sharpened, he felt the searing flame from each candle he heard the voice of the devil calling out to him in his head. Peter Balsam sank deeper into the trance.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |