Vs Michae

He sighed and shook his head. “Harry . . . do you know what that island is like, for the rest of us?”
I shook my head.
“The last time I was there, I was shot twice,” he said. “I was in intensive care for a month. I was in bed for four months. I didn’t walk again for nearly a year. There was permanent damage to my hip and lower back, and physically, it was the single most extended, horribly painful, grindingly humiliating experience of my life.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“And,” he said, “when I have nightmares of it, you know what I dream about?”
“What?”
“The island,” Michael said. “The . . . presence of it. The malevolence there.” He shuddered.
Michael, Knight of the Cross, who had faced deadly spirits and demons and monsters without flinching, shivered in fear.
“That place is horrible,” he said quietly. “The effect it has . . . It’s obvious that it doesn’t even touch you. But I don’t know if I could go back there again, by choice.”


Skin Game Chapter 20, Page 151-152