I sat, staring, wide- eyed at these apparitions, my sense of fear replaced with one of wonderment. There were ten I counted, arrayed around the bed. The number ten had some special significance in the Neman Church, though I couldn’t think of it at the time; perhaps it was the number of Saint Creus’s apostles or perhaps the number of the Deti – Nema and Savare’s demigod children. I could not look at their faces; something intangible discouraged me from doing so. But they looked for all the world like soldiers armoured in gold.
Like armoured angels. Standing guard. Watching over me.
This incredible illustration of a Neman Shrine Guardian was done for me by Jimmy Makepeace. You can find him on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/SaveloyPrincess