Between Two Fires

by Christopher Buehlman

He only just managed not to cry. He did this by angering himself at God for making him suffer and pay for sins he had been backed into. God ringed you round with hounds and cornered you, then speared you with your back against a tree.

“What we say and what we do are . . .” “Well, I do what I say. Which is why I don’t say much.”

The girl had left her shoes behind because she felt God liked bare feet better than shoes for holy work.

If she’s a saint, this is a holy pilgrimage. If she’s a witch, I might try to mitigate her wickedness.”

Two angels and a devil had tumbled into the water. Three angels came up. Forgiveness, then, was possible even for the worst.

fear of Hell is one of many paths to it. Forget Hell and love one another. That is all He wants of you.