Clay to Ashes Excerpt

Chapter 1
Sister Vesta Kaypore ran down the stone hallway as fast as she could, her footsteps resounding

in her ears. The dormitory doors to her right blurred until she arrived at the infirmary at the end of the

hallway, where Bridget Blade lay unconscious as she had for the last four months.

In there, Sister. Brother Juan, a fellow member of the Order of Ryna, opened the door for her.

The room was brightly lit by the midday sun, with a mild breeze carrying moist, earthy scents from the

woods behind the monastery.

Sister Kaypore gasped as she moved her fellow Ryneans out of the way.

A man brandishing a knife stood over Bridgets bed. With the gleaming blade grasped in a

reverse grip, he pointed it downward over her chest, while he pressed his other hand flatly between her

breasts. Hed dragged off her covers and hospital gown, exposing her upper torso, which was

honeycombed with black scars from skin graft surgeries she had undergone as the result of radiation

burns.

Sister Kaypore clutched her hands to her heart in compassion for the man. Tear stains traced

channels from his unblinking eyes as he scanned the room, staring at each sister and brother present as

though daring them to interfere. His eyes brimmed with fresh tears as thick wetness ran from his

nostrils. This was a man maddened by grief, probably having lost family in the tragedy months ago

during the Miracle of the Sun here at the monastery. Since the radiation discharge and stampede that

followed, thousands of mourners had traveled to the monastery to pay their respects to the dead. Many

had become disruptive, some even violent.

Bridgets part in all the events was a carefully guarded secret. The Order knew. The French,

U.S., and Chinese governments all knew enough, as did the Vatican. Many people were present when

Bridget was rescued from an electromagnetic field that she likely generated, and also when she
appeared to emit ionizing radiation from her body. She was too much of an oddity to keep a secret

forever, although most of the people present had been discreet about the information so farmost, but

clearly not all.

The shutters had been ripped off and the window panels shattered. A grappling hook attached to

a climbing rope hung from the frame, next to an overturned IV pole.

The room was quiet and still. It was as though Sister Kaypore had walked in during a natural

pause in the activity.

Who are you? she asked, keeping her voice as calm as she could.

The mans hand trembled. I lost everyone. My father, my mother, my cousin, my sisters. His

eyes watered. My sister, Zanel, was crushed. Her head was smashed in. My mother just died from her

injuries all because of this stupid religion.

All six sisters and brothers attending to Bridget had backed off to the edges of the room. Sister

Kaypore took a step into the buffer zone between them and the assailant.

Dont come any closer. Ill kill her. His tears streaked down his face.

Why her? Sister Kaypore asked. Why not me, or Brother Juan here, or Sister Mascomb?

She pointed at Bridget. Why her?

I have friends. I heard talk. They said there was a witch in here that youre protecting. She

caused all this. Why would you protect her?

Does she seem like a witch to you? Look at her! Does she look like a witch? Sister Kaypore

took two more steps.

I will kill her. I dont want to harm you. He raised his hand, holding his palm outward in

Sister Kaypores direction. Why is this religion like this?

Your family worshiped Ryna? Why not you? she asked. Did you leave the Faith?

I chose to follow Thysia, he said with force. Thats a religion that makes sense. Its why no

one wants to follow your cursed religion any more. Dont come any closer!
 I dont think you came to kill her. Sister Kaypore walked confidently to the bed and stood

across from him. Put the knife away. If you really wanted to kill her, you would have done so

already.

I came to kill the witch.

No, you came because you want answers.

The doors swung open and Padre Bede Blade ran in. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of the

man with the foot-long knife raised menacingly over Bridget.

Oh, dear God, he muttered.

This is Father Bede, Sister Kaypore said. He is a Thysian priest. Will you listen to him?

The man regarded Bede with interest. You are a Thysian priest? Why are you here with these

people and not with us? They worship a demon. Theyre intolerant and disgusting. They follow no

leaderhave no priests.

Bedes forehead knotted with confusion as he made his way to the bed. His movements were

careful and deliberate. Does Jeremy know? he asked Sister Kaypore softly.

She shook her head.

What are you two talking about? The man lowered the knife, though it still hovered over

Bridget.

Jeremy is Bridgets husbandmy brother, Bede said with a deep inhalation. If Jeremy

comes in here, you will not make it out alive. He will kill you.

The mans eyes darted back and forth between them as though seeking validation from the

sister. Ill kill his wife first.

No, you dont understand, Bede said. Jeremy believes that his wife cant die. Hell let you

stab her because he believes shell survive, but you wont.

Sister Kaypore placed her hand on Bedes forearm to stop him from talking. She walked over to

the other side of the bed and stood next to the man. She reached out and held his hand, the one leaning
on Bridget. You want answers. Thats why youre here. You want to know what it is in this disgusting

religion, as you call it, that would make people offer their lives to Lord Ryna to be reaped. You want

your childhood faith to make sense again.

I gave up all of this, he swung his knife in a wide-encompassing arc, a long time ago. I dont

want

I cant bring your family back, Sister Kaypore continued, but I can give you more. Much

more. I can give you a beautiful death, euthanasia. Would you like to die a free and meaningful death?

Would you like to join your family in the bosom of Ryna?

The man, cried quietly and clung to the side-railing of the bed with both hands. His grip on the

knife handle loosened, though its blade still pointed carelessly at Bridgets ribs.

Sister Kaypore closed the space between them, wrapping him in a hug. Tall and regal, she

enveloped him, pressing her cheek firmly against his. Tell me their names, your family. Tell me all

about them. I want to celebrate them with you.

His shoulders shook as he sobbed. Grief wracked his body. She gently patted his shoulder to

comfort him.

We want to assure you that they meant so much to us. And everything to Ryna.

A loud moan escaped his lips at the mention of Ryna.

After you tell us about each one of them, after youve recalled every scrap of memory, which

we will record and remember, after all this, I will bring you back here. Then you can gaze at the face of

this woman. Hers is the face of a god.

His eyes briefly looked up into Sister Kaypores, searching them for truth and sincerity.

She continued trying to convince him of the truth. Then youll understand eros. True eros, that

takes us out of ourselves into ecstasy, that drives us beyond our physical form into the loving arms of

Ryna.

Her voice rose with conviction at her words. This world is of no consequence. Do not waste
another moment pining for what you think you have lost when we can promise you an eternity with the

Lord. Do you accept my offer to die a beautiful death?

His subdued sobs continued unabated, and then morphed into loud cries as he poured out his

grief.

Look at her face, Sister Kaypore said cocking her head in the direction of Bridget. This is

the icon of the true beauty that is beyond flesh. Go beyond the shadows, for they offend, and long for

true being in the light of Ryna. Do you consent to die?

The man straightened and steadied himself. Drawing in a deep breath, he looked at Bridget. He

stood motionless for a few minutes as he took in the view of the unconscious woman who only

moments ago was to be his victim. May I touch her? His voice was a whisper.

You already have, Bede said.

That man was not me. His anger blinded him. The man held Bridgets limp fingers and

kissed them gently. She is not a witch. She is the face of God. I will go to the land of my fathers. I

want to see my mother again, my father, my sister, and all those I love.

Sister Kaypore held him by the arm. She gives such peace, doesnt she? We will grant you

your wish. But first, let us celebrate your family. You must tell us everything about them. We will

record their lives in our ledger of saints. When we are done, we will take you down to the cavern,

where you will yield your life to the Almighty, Her Lord Majesty, Ryna, God of all.