will heaven step in?
The rage and anger that boiled within him was more intense than Noah anticipated. He was a man that hated feeling angry, but with the last year he has lived in more anger than anything else. It weighed on him. Even before his face contorted with the anger he felt now, the lines in his forehead were deeper and his mouth pulled further and further down into his beard. The most prominent lines before had been the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes from smiling. That was no longer true.
The hunter reached down and grabbed a knife. He launched it towards the target, though down the field he could see nothing but red. He repeated it two more times before he took a breath. He gripped the table the knives rested on, his knuckles turning white. "What do you think we should do, Sah? We can't let her keep destroying our people and our home." Whether or not Noah meant the Voice or Morgan was unclear.
The three knives all had sunk deep into the second middle ring of the target.
will it save us from our sin?
