Alan Price and the Statue of Zeus (The Nephilim Chronicles Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

his feet leaving scattered tracks back and forth on the sand floor. Not only did Raphael practically give his power to Gabriel, but also he was unwilling to do anything about it. Alan wasn’t ready to give up on the Archangel yet but he needed to reach Michael and tell him how Gabriel had become so strong. Perhaps there was a way to alter the effect.
    Alan glanced out one of the windows to see a dark sky covered in shimmering stars. He knew he needed to get word to Michael but where Michael was now could be anyone’s guess. Tracking Triana and Kyle to Gabriel’s doorstep could have taken Michael and Seraphim anywhere.
    Seraphim. Images of the Death Angel brought a feeling inside Alan he wasn’t ready to even try to understand. Instead of being honest with himself, he shoved the thought of the Death Angel back down. This wasn’t the time to daydream; he had a critical problem. The best plan he could formulate was to return to the Temple of Artemis in the morning. He hated the idea of leaving Raphael but he would be back. Alan was far from willing to give up on him now.
    Mentally preparing himself to depart from Raphael’s hut in the morning, Alan found a comfortable nest in a pile of nets near the front entrance. Little did he know, his plans would never come to fruition, not with the dream waiting to ambush him while he slept.
     
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    Alan was back in front of the temple housing the Statue of Zeus. Right away he knew he was dreaming. He was looking down on the area as though flying. The sun only just beginning to bring light into the world bathing the landscape in grey shadows of the departing darkness.
    A woman, perhaps in her late teen years or early twenties, was running down the path towards the temple. She gasped for air as beads of sweat fell down her forehead and back. The sheer terror in her eyes made Alan want to reach out and save her from the evil causing her to run with such fervor.
    Shouts from someone chasing her focused Alan’s attention to the figure of a scarred man howling with glee as he chased his prey. The man’s eyes were completely black. Two ebony orbs were placed above a crooked nose and a tongue that flicked in and out of his lips like a viper. “Come back,” the man hissed. “I just want to torment you for a bit.”
    Alan tried to wake himself from the nightmare but the claws of sleep drew him in deeper. The events unfolding below Alan were so real; he wondered whether this was a dream at all or some kind of vision into events currently unfolding.
    What Alan assumed was a demon continued to chase the girl. All while yelling promises of torture. The girl ran on, her hair flying wildly behind her like a flag flapping in a strong storm. Alan felt his heart drop to his stomach as he realized where she was running.
    The temple was only a mile away but just inside its pillars another figure waited, hunched in the shadows. A woman with dark eyes watched the unsuspecting young girl run towards her. At once Alan realized this wasn’t a simple chase; it was a trap. The girl below him had no hope of escaping her captors.
    Alan tried to scream a warning however nothing happened. He cried to her to stop. To change directions, that she was running right where they wanted her, nothing came out of his mouth. Alan could think and see as if he were awake but moving or speaking were beyond his ability.
    Alan’s eyes snapped open as he caught the backend of his warning, “Stop!”
    Raphael hunched over him, for one of the few times something other than remorse in his eyes. “Alan, are you all right? You were screaming in your sleep.”
    Alan took a moment to reorient himself. The nightmare had seemed so real. Alan swallowed hard as he looked out the window. The same hint of sun whispering back the night, the very same shade of the sky that was in his dream greeted his eyes. Alan knew his dream couldn’t have been real, although if there was even the slightest possibility…
    Alan jumped to his feet