Deus Vult by Declan Finn

Author:Declan Finn [Finn, Declan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silver Empire
Published: 2019-10-29T04:00:00+00:00

Dunwich University was a pleasant little campus. The buildings were all made of stone, and relatively short. Some of the smaller buildings were modified homes and cottages. They had their own little stone chapel with a small graveyard in the back. While paths lead throughout the campus, everything else was grass. Most of the paths weren’t wide enough for five people to walk shoulder-to-shoulder down the walkway.

There were only a handful of students actually out and about. They seemed standard for late teenagers and early adults. Some sat on wooden benches, chatting amicably with books in their lap. Others wandered the campus, backpacks fully loaded and heavy with books. There were even the usual smattering of students with their smartphones out, staring blankly into them, as though the phones were smarter than they were.

And every so often, there would be a shirt, or a flier hung up on a tree or a bulletin board, that referred to the university as “Old Miss” or even “Old Missy.”

How do you give a University a nickname like “Old Missy” from “Dunwich”?

“What do you figure?” Alex asked. “A hundred students?”

Pearson shook his head. “No. Not quite. I’m thinking more along the lines of two or three hundred. You’d be surprised how many people you can fit onto a campus. Especially if you have night classes.”

I said nothing as the two of them continued to bicker over the campus population. It was one of those places that felt comfortable to a city dweller like me, but laid back enough to be considered almost a vacation. It wasn’t anything like Oxford, but it felt similar. It was, externally, peaceful.

For no reason I could give, the campus felt … off. There was no smell of evil. There were no strange sounds, unless one thought that the breeze was odd.

It took a moment for me to realize that the armor was giving me a tingling sensation.

Okay, okay, I thought. I know. Something’s wrong here. We figure out what, and we can proceed.

The building for the bioethics department was another house. It was a nice home. It was two stories, with a lot of windows, with metal siding, painted yellow.

Pearson knocked first.

After a minute, a man in a smoking jacket appeared at the front door. He had just barely entered middle age. He was a big man. He had four inches on me in height, and about a foot in width. His forehead was so broad, it nearly looked like he was balding. His hair was a light brown, or a dirty blond. It was a little long, only a few inches from being tied together in a ponytail. His facial hair was somewhere between “five o’clock shadow” and “goatee.”

“You seem a little old to be students,” he said.

“We’re not,” Alex told him. He flashed his badge so fast, no one could have read that he was from the NYPD. “And you are?”

He smiled easily. His hands in his pockets, he seemed calm. “Professor Noah Whateley. Chair of bioethics for Old Miss.

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