Susan Invisibility

The Red King rose, and stared for a moment at the altar and at the column of shimmering light over it. As he did, his freaking hand began to writhe like a spider - and a second later, it flipped itself over and began to crawl back over toward him. The king just stood there, staring at the light. I tried to fight my way out of the mass of dark will directed against me. The light could only be Susan, veiled behind the Leanansidhe's handiwork and wielding Amoracchius. I mean, how many invisible sources of holy light interested in protecting my daughter could there be running around Chichén Itzá? She hadn't attacked yet, instead standing over Maggie - I wanted to scream at her to take him, that it was her only chance. If she didn't, the Red King and his Lords could take her out almost as swiftly and easily as I had the jaguar warrior.
But he didn't - and in a flash of insight, I understood why he didn't.
He didn't know what the light was.
He knew only that it had hurt him when he had tried to murder the child. From his perspective, it could have been almost anything - an archangel standing guard, or a spirit of light as terrible as the Ick had been foul. I thought back to the voice coming from Murphy's mouth, pronouncing judgment upon the Red Court, and suddenly understood what was making the Red King hesitate, what he was really thinking: that the entity over the altar might be something he did not think actually existed - like maybe the real Kukulcan.
And he was afraid.


Changes Chapter 48, Page 507-509