I stood at the top of the lighthouse on the gallery, leaning against the railing, gazing out to sea. It wasn’t much of a lighthouse. It wasn’t tall enough, nor was it close enough to the water. The sound of the waves against the rocks was muted. I heard the seagulls cry, though, and it tore at my heart.
The lantern room door opened, and Cassiel joined me. “Could you have chosen a more out of the way place?”
“It’s pretty here.”
He gave me an impatient look. “Still woebegone, are we? You’ve been in a funk for decades. Isn’t it time you got over it?” He extended his wings and flashily fluttered the feathers. He was very proud of his wings, probably because it had taken him some time to earn the pure white model, an indication of the highest rank.
Mine were white too, but I kept them tucked away most of the time. “You haven’t heard then?”
“Heard what?” He jumped lightly to the top railing and balanced there on one foot, oblivious to the 100-foot drop that would likely kill a human.
“People are dying today.”
He hopped up and down and changed legs. “People die every day.”Continue reading