We had a mark on us that told our Angel of Death—this guy Entragian—to stop and grab instead of just going on by.”
“It’s like the Angel of Death in Egypt, isn’t it?” Cynthia said in a curiously flat voice. “Only in reverse. We had a mark on us that told our Angel of Death—this guy Entragian—to stop and grab instead of just going on by.”
David nodded. “Yeah. He didn’t know it then, but he does now—mi him en tow, he’d say—our God is strong, our God is with us.”
