Libros Del Padre Amorth Novels & Stories

Godric didn't want to think about that. After his arrival he had fetched a reading from the archive that had piqued his interest. A story about his ancestor Amon. Because, contrary to all the holiness that this place radiated and for which he stood, was titled as a dark priest and the name Amon, which was a little divine name in the Bible, did not really improve the situation. Godric wanted to know the reason, had hoped for answers in the book, which had been written in some generation by a descendant of Amon. But he didn't get to read yet.

I say softly. “But…I can’t.” “You can, and you will,” Dolores says. “We are old. We’ve lived our lives with honour and dignity. Now you go, and do the same.” “I always knew there was something off about that Easton kid,” Archie mutters. “No one’s that polite and nice all the time.” Sobbing like a toddler, Amalie hugs her parents, but she can’t let go of her father. It’s clear that the two of them share a very strong bond.