“You think that the Shrike is the Antichrist?” Father Duré set his elbows on his raised knees and folded his hands. “If it’s not, we’re all in trouble.” He laughed bitterly. “It wasn’t long ago that I would have been delighted to discover an Antichrist … even the presence of some antidivine power would have served to shore up my failing belief in any form of divinity.” “And now?” Sol asked quietly. Duré spread his fingers. “I too have been crucified.”
