“And the dark man?” Fran asked quietly. Glen shrugged. “Mother Abagail calls him the Devil’s Imp. Maybe he’s just the last magician of rational thought, gathering the tools of technology against us. And maybe there’s something more, something much darker. I only know that he is, and I no longer think that sociology or psychology or any other ology will put an end to him. I think only white magic will do that … and our white magician is out there someplace, wandering and alone.” Glen’s voice nearly broke, and he looked down quickly.
