“Just a second,”
Fiona says, “Did you just say face trial?”
“Indeed I did,” the
Angel replies.
“Trial for what
exactly?” Fiona demands.
“Why, the destruction
of one of the archetypes,” the Angel tells her. “And it would
appear that the Lord of Doors is not alone in demanding this. Other
envoys are arriving even as we speak, all with the same agenda. It
would appear that the High Lords are in agreement, for once.”
As he speaks, Fiona
becomes aware of the phone getting louder, making it difficult to
follow his words.
“What's so bloody
important about these archetypes,” she asks, “And how exactly did
I destroy it?”
RING RING...RING
RING....RING RING
“There was no end to
the story,” the Angel tells her, “No happy ever after.”
RING RING....RING
RING....RING RING
