The Chalice

POWYS.

And because he knew Joe had never written anything half that long, he figured this must be John Cowper Powys, novelist, mystic, nutter.

The title, in smaller lettering, confirmed it.

A Glastonbury Romance.

Ben was bewildered, spooked almost out of his head. A book, just one big heavy book, flies off the top shelf, a good nine feet across the fucking room, smashes a lamp. Smashes the only source of light.

'What's it mean?'

'I don't know,' Joe Powys said. He put a hand on the mantelpiece (to stop the hand shaking?).

'But it's all harmless, isn't it?' he said.