Matteo chuckled nervously. He was a scholar, not a mystic. But as his finger traced the flame, the library lights flickered. The air thickened. Suddenly, he was no longer in Rome.
Matteo thought of his silent office, his catalogues, his safe conclusions. Then he thought of the wars fought over names for God. He removed his spectacles, stepped forward, and knelt between the nun and the priest. the encyclopedia of religion volume 4 page 165
Matteo now faced the shadow-keeper across the flame. “How long?” he asked. Matteo chuckled nervously
The page was not printed. It was written in a single, trembling hand—ink that shimmered like oil on water. At the top: The Gate of Shared Breath . Below, a diagram of two figures kneeling face-to-face, their mouths nearly touching, and between them a single flame. The air thickened