The pope was lying fully stretched out on the floor, his body half-obscured by Cardinal Villot, who was leaning over him. Calvi's heart jumped into his throat. The pontiff 's eyes were shut, his face distorted in pain. He wasn't breathing. He was life-less, drained of color.
— Peter J. TanousWhat’s the mission at hand? To save the Church? To save the pope? Uncover a menacing secret society within the Church? Eliminate the would-be assassins? Or could it be something else, something even more portentous and earth-shattering?
— Peter J TanousCalvi was sobbing. This couldn't be! A moment ago the Pope was healthy, smiling. How could His Holiness be no longer? Only a month into his papacy!
— Peter J. TanousLord, I'll embrace whatever it is you want me to do, but please, please let me know what it is.' - Father Kevin Thrall.
— Peter J. TanousWhat could there be in this document written by a young girl in 1917?
— Peter J. Tanous