“I doubt often, Michael,” whispered Anthony. “There has never been a day in my life that I have not doubted.”

“I should hope not!” The Macedonian’s blue eyes were as pitiless as an eagle’s. “Where else but from doubt can faith arise, wise fool?” Michael glowered. “It is the true sin of the churchman that he doubts not. He knows, he is certain, and thus is snared in Satan’s net.”

The eagle vanished, replaced by the friend. “There is no faith so pure as that which always doubts, no wisdom so deep as that which always questions. Do not fear your doubt, Anthony. It is God’s great gift to you.”

  • Eric Flint & David Drake, Thunder at Dawn