"He stands like a guardian in front of some evil, malevolent gate and holds monsters at bay so the rest of us can go about our lives and never know we were even threatened." Father Hummer's breath caught in his throat. "Is that how you see him? A guardian of the gate?" Raven nodded. "It's an image very vivid in my mind. I know it probably sounds melodramatic to you." "I wish I could have said those very words to him myself," the priest said softly."