This Present Darkness (Darkness, #1)

by Frank E. Peretti

Hank replaced the receiver and felt he would cry. “Lord God,” he prayed, “Lord God, what shall I do?” The Lord gave no immediate answer, and Hank sat there on the couch for several minutes trying to regather his strength and confidence. Mary was still busy in the kitchen. That was good. He couldn’t talk to her right now; there were too many thoughts and feelings to be sorted out. Then a verse came to his mind: “Arise, walk through the land in the length of it and in the breadth of it; for I will give it unto thee.” Well, it sure beat sitting home just fussing and fuming and not really doing anything. So on went his sneakers and out the door he went. Krioni and Triskal were outside waiting for their charge. Invisibly they joined Hank, one on each side, and walked with him down Morgan Hill toward the center of town. Hank was not a man of great stature anyway, but between these two giants he looked even smaller. He did, however, appear very, very safe. Triskal kept a wary eye open, saying, “What’s he up to, anyway?” Krioni knew Hank pretty well by now. “I don’t think he even knows. The Spirit is driving him. He’s giving action to a burden in his heart.” “Oh, we’ll have action, all right!” “Just don’t be a threat. So far it’s the best way to survive in this town.” “So tell that to the little pastor here.”