Chapter 63
November – 3,390 BC
Earth: plain outside Assur
Angelic Special Forces Colonel Mikhail Mannuki'ili
MIKHAIL
Mikhail flew south down the Hiddekel River, skimming the reeds which lined the shores. On a clear, moonlit night his silhouette would be visible against the sky, but tonight the moon was waning. Ever since Ninsianna's performance as the mouthpiece for She-who-is, the wind had become restless, roiling the scant cloud cover to streak across the sky in angry ribbons.
Was She-who-is on their side? Who knew… But the weather had certainly become unsettled.
He stopped on the riverbanks to rub the yellow, silty mud onto his face, arms, and anyplace else which might reflect the moonlight. A memory of Raphael smearing mud into his golden feathers reached up from his subconsciou
