Alan Price and the Statue of Zeus (The Nephilim Chronicles Book 3) by Jonathan Yanez Read Free Book Online Page A

out.”
    Raphael remained quiet letting Alan field the question. “No, I’m sorry. We don’t have anything like that.”
    Kassidy moaned. “This is going to suck. How about some weed or a cigarette? I’d settle for a cigarette right now.”
    “Out of luck again,” Alan said. “We aren’t exactly able to walk to a store either.” Kassidy’s look of confusion was enough for Alan to explain further. “Do you want the long version or the short version?”
    Kassidy looked from Alan to Raphael and back again. “Let’s keep it short.”
    Alan took in a deep breath, “Every thousand years the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are chosen at random. They are given the choice to bring about the end of the world or not. Angels and demons try and recruit these Horsemen to their sides. As long as one Horseman chooses to side with Light, then the apocalypse is delayed to the next thousand-year cycle. We are part of the sixth cycle.”
    Alan was tracking Kassidy’s facial expression as he related the news, which sounded like a madman’s tale in his own ears. When she looked like she was following, Alan continued. “So, those are the basics. Except now we have Gabriel, who is a rogue Archangel on the loose changing how this one thousand year cycle is evolving. He has a spell that allowed him to alter the very fabric of fate. He’s separated the human world and supernatural world so we’re still on earth but all the humans are gone.”
    Alan winced. He wished he could have explained their situation better but that was the best he could do with no notice. Silence fell between the group as Alan and Raphael watched Kassidy struggle to accept her new world. “Okayyyyyyyy,” Kassidy said licking her lips. “And what’s his deal?” She asked motioning to Raphael who had remained quiet their entire conversation. “He can’t talk or something?”
    Alan looked to Raphael. The Archangel moved his mouth as if he were about to speak. Instead he closed his lips like a steel trap clamping shut and walked out of the room.
    “He’s an Archangel who has lost his way but I’m working on trying to get him back. He’s been through a lot.”
    Kassidy’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “An Archangel, huh?”
    “Yep.”
    “And what are you? An angel? I saw your wings.”
    “No, I’m just like you, a Horseman,” Alan though back to his own actions and the war fury that took hold of him only hours before. “I’m the Horseman of War.”
    “And I’m the Horseman of what?” Kassidy asked searching her memory banks for the possible answer, “Death or Famine or Disease?”
    “I wish I knew,” Alan said. “I’m sure we’ll find out soon when your powers manifest. Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat or drink?”
    Kassidy rose from her seated position to wobbling feet. Alan stepped forward to assist her but she motioned him away with a calm tone. “I’m fine. I can walk on my own and, no, I don’t need anything.”
    Alan took a step back letting his arms fall to his sides.
    “Are you sure you don’t have anything?”
    “What?”
    Kassidy slumped against the house’s wooden wall as she dug through her pockets. “Coming down from this is going to be brutal. I can’t do this cold turkey. You really don’t have anything?”
    Alan realized what she was asking. “No, I’m sorry. It’s probably better for you anyway.”
    Kassidy shot him a look of disgust. “Yeah, I’m sure you know what’s better for me.”
    As Alan moved to apologize Kassidy stalked towards the door. “Wait,” Alan said. “Where are you going?”
    Kassidy reached the door and stepped outside. “I’m going for a walk to clear my head. What, am I a prisoner now?”
    “No, of course not. It’s just that—it’s not safe outside.”
    Kassidy disregarded his words as she continued to walk outside. “Listen, I don’t need another parole officer. If it makes you feel better, I won’t go far.”
    Alan wasn’t sure what to say. He