Uriel smiled again. “I must admit,” he said, “I never foresaw that particular form of faith being expressed under my purview.” “Belief in a freaking movie?” I asked him. “Belief in a story,” Uriel said, “of good confronting evil, of light overcoming darkness, of love transcending hate.” He tilted his head. “Isn’t that where all faith begins?” I grunted and thought about it. “Huh.” Uriel smiled.
