56 Chapter 56: Fishers of Men, Part 14

"Feed, Brother," he shouted. "Feed upon this man, but see that he comes to no harm. Just send him home."

The current around me sucked at my hair and clothes as the loathsome mouth inhaled. "Brother?" I managed to wheeze through Saint Peter's chokehold. "That's Andrew?"

"Saint Andrew, if you please. Show some respect. My poor brother has suffered greatly these past two thousand years. But thanks to you - and the multitude of souls that your presence in your world will bring - that will all be over soon."

He raised me over his head as if I were a doll. Then, with a roar of triumph, he threw me inside.

My body tumbled as I flew through the blanched bowels of poor, cursed Saint Andrew. I careened into one of the throbbing, veined walls of his intestines. I grabbed on to a thick, fatty blood vessel with my right hand, and clung as tight as I could.