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.But nothing came at him.The behemoth demon had turned away, wading through the rubble toward the Fiftieth Street doors.It wasn't interested in him, couldn't care less about the angry Soul Gatherer determined to send its ass back to hell.And that made Brian's heart skip a beat.What demon could resist an opportunity to steal a soul now that it was collected and available for the taking? Especially when the odds appeared to be in its favor? If it wasn't interested in snatching the priest's soul, what was it interested in?He peered through the smoke, past the demon's massive frame, and frowned.The surprisingly intact door to the outside world was swinging shut.Someone had just left the building.Judging by the smear of bright red blood on the glass, an injured someone.Perhaps the someone from the stairwell.Not pausing to sort out the whys, Brian put on a burst of speed.He dashed around the demon, narrowly dodged a vicious stab of its tail, and pushed through the door into the late May evening.The sun was setting, leaving thin ribbons of tawny light falling between buildings.The traffic on the busy street had slowed to a crawl--heads popped out of car windows; wide eyes locked on the wafting smoke several floors above.Brian scanned the gawking bystanders, looking for his wounded escapee.There.Across the street, a bloodstained T-shirt on a figure limping up the stairs of St.Pat's Cathedral.The door at his back exploded in a thick moil of fire and greasy black smoke, pitching Brian and a million shards of glass and metal halfway across the street.He rolled over the hood of a Yellow Cab, bounced to his feet, and raced for the church entrance.New screams rose into the air and then were abruptly silenced as the demon swept aside a parked car and seared everything within a fifty-foot radius with a mouthful of furnace-hot heat.Brian shoved the ugly thought of fried bodies to the back of his mind and kept running.The demon never varied its pace, but every step gained it fifteen feet.It wouldn't be far behind him.Brian's eyes adjusted instantly to the dim interior of the church.The last afternoon Mass was over, but a few map-carrying tourists lingered in the pews and in the gift shop.Spotting his fugitive was easy.A bone-thin blond girl, no more than twenty, dragged a stiff leg up the nave toward the altar, one arm hanging by her side, the other clutched to her chest.It was a testament to the awe-inspiring beauty of the cathedral's arches that no one noticed the blood trail she left behind on the marble floor.Brian leapt over two rows of pews and sprinted.He reached his target just as the demon hit the church with a masonry-crushing blast.The girl was on the verge of collapse.Deep cuts laced her arms and neck.The front of her threadbare Old Navy T-shirt was soaked with blood, and her lips were chalky white.Each passing minute was killing her.Behind him, the heavy bronze doors exploded inward, sailing twenty feet before landing on pews that buckled under the weight.The tourists ran blindly for the main entrance, far less interested in what had caused the explosion than in escaping the mayhem.Not bothering with introductions, Brian scooped the girl up in one arm and dashed for the Forty-ninth Street door.She didn't make things easy.Despite her weakened state, the girl flailed."No," she said as she pummeled him with her fist."I can't leave.""Honey, if we don't leave, we're going to die," he told her grimly, his fingers struggling to keep their hold on her blood-slicked skin."Let me go."A fireball hit him in the lower back--a teeth-rattling jolt of energy that disintegrated his new shield as easily as the last.He stumbled, but kept running.Conjuring up another shield, he leapt left, over a pew and behind a fluted column.Just in time.The wrought-iron chandelier above his last position crashed to the floor, sending a spray of fine glass and chipped tile in all directions.But the dive allowed the girl to slip free of his hold.She slithered under the nearest bench and peered out at him from her dim hideout.Her face was ashen, her eyes dark and wide.And it stirred memories.Memories of another time and another desperate girl.Brian shook his head to regain his focus."This is a church," she whispered."This is sanctuary.It can't hurt me here."He stared at her.Damn.She believed that shit.She had no idea that hallowed ground did little more than inflict a slow burn on a demon's flesh.The column protecting them took an indirect hit, cracked, and partially crumbled.There wasn't enough time to explain how things really worked, so he reached for her again.She flinched away."Sweetheart, please," he begged.The marble floor trembled under the advancing steps of the demon [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]