The Second Sealing

The cover-up has failed. The institution is exposed. Now Big Red’s department has to clean up without taking the building down with it.

 

The fallout runs from a safe house in the Scottish Borders to a vineyard in Corfu to a 1977 motorcycle restorer in Brighton to a Sicilian cliff with a hatch in it. Old ghosts surface. Older debts come due. An archangel is killed off-page and nobody is allowed to grieve him yet.

 

A Cage is built for a first-order being who volunteered.

 

A sealing is performed in an atrium that has not been opened since the first century, and the specific small honey-pale colour of its marble is photographed, for the file, by a radio.

 

At the end of Book Two, Heaven is still standing. Barely. Nothing is fixed. Everything is different. And a small Welsh village witch named Megan, seventy-seven, has, in her forty-six years of green W.H. Smith notebooks, written down something she has not yet told anyone.