Fire Prophet (Son of Angels) by Jerel Law Read Free Book Online Page B

away in New York City.
    On top of all those things, they were about to meet a group of kids who were just like them. Who might have the same kinds of powers and abilities.
    “There’s no telling what’s going to happen next,” Jonah said to the ceiling of his small room.
    Light shone into the room through one small window. He stood and peered out through the blinds. It faced another brick building. Straining to look up, he could just make out the shadow of wings cast by the sunlight onto the brick.
    The angels are there.
    Somehow, this didn’t bring him the comfort he hoped it would. That many angels guarding up above meant that somewhere, down below, fallen angels were plotting their revenge.

PART II
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    ANGEL SCHOOL
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    “There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known.”
    Matthew 10:26 TNIV

EIGHT
    N EW F ACES , O LD F RIENDS
    J onah woke with a start at the light knock on the door. He sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes. He looked at his watch, which read 9:38 a.m. The knock came again, and he heard someone outside say, “Hello?”
    “Yes?” Jonah said, standing up slowly by the edge of his bed.
    The door swung open, and Jonah stood face-to-face with a dark, smiling face. More like face-to-chest, actually. In front of Jonah stood a skinny kid, much taller than him, with an outstretched hand.
    “Hello!” the boy, still smiling, said again, with an unfamiliar accent. Jonah, looking up to the boy’s face, took his hand and shook it. “Can I come in?”
    Jonah moved away from the door. “Yeah, sure, come on in.”
    The boy had to duck under the door frame to keep from bumping his head. He had an old brown backpack and a couple of worn leather books tied by a cord. He threw these down on the other bed, opposite Jonah’s.
    “Well, it looks like we are roommates!” he said with enthusiasm. “My name is David. I just arrived here with my sister.”
    “Jonah,” Jonah said, sitting down on the edge of his own bed, running his fingers through his tangled hair, still trying to wake up. David turned toward him and cocked his head to the side.
    “Jonah . . . Stone ?”
    David sat down on the bed facing him, his knees higher off the floor than the mattress.
    “That’s me,” he said, wondering why he had said it with that tone. He shifted uncomfortably as David stared at him, finally saying, “What?”
    “I’m sorry. I do not mean to stare,” David said, barely able to contain his excitement. “It’s just that . . . Jonah Stone. Wow . . . In our family, you are a hero!”
    Jonah raised his eyebrows at him and felt his face begin to flush red. “A hero?”
    “Of course!” said David, standing quickly. He banged his head against the small ceiling fan. “Ow!”
    He held his hand on his head, but it did nothing to diminish his enthusiasm.
    “I know the whole story,” he said, pacing around the small room. “My entire family does! Just last year, how you and your sister saved our mother from the fallen angels. From Abaddon himself!”
    Jonah cringed a little, just hearing the name again.
    “It was . . . not that big of a deal,” he said feebly, eager to get the attention off him.
    “Not a big deal?” said David, sitting back down again. Hespoke more softly. “We were heartbroken. We thought we’d never see her again. But you rescued our mother. Elohim used you in a mighty way, my brother. It was a huge deal.”
    David sat there, smiling, beaming at Jonah, with a grin that stretched his cheeks wide.
    “So, uh, where are you from?” asked Jonah, desperately trying to shift the conversation. “Your accent sounds like you’re from somewhere in Africa.”
    “Yes,” he said, nodding. “My sister, Ruth, and I are from Uganda. Our father is a doctor in the city of Kampala. Our mother runs an orphanage just outside the city.”
    His voice radiated pride as he spoke of his family.
    “How old are you?” asked Jonah. “You’re like . . . six feet