04 the Edge of Darkness
“He sat down at a table that was a good distance from the crowds of students. Sometimes it was good to just be alone and relax.
He was sipping the lemonade when he heard a familiar but unpleasant nasal-tone voice behind him.
“Just what kind of poppycock are you teaching now, Murphy?”
Murphy turned to look into the pallid face of Archer Fallworth, dean of the Arts and Science faculty. He was as tall as Murphy but much thinner and looked like a walking mummy. He could use a little sun, thought Murphy. But then, vampires didn’t like to go out in the daylight.
“‘Poppycock.’ That’s a pretty big word for you, Archer. Do you know how to spell it too?”
Fallworth did not acknowledge the comment but went right on talking. “I understand that you’re now teaching about angels in your class. Next thing you’ll be teaching is that Satan is alive.”
“That’s a good idea, Archer.
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