THUD!
Frances tossed a book onto the table.
It was a classic, monstrous, old tome. With crusty, water-stained, yellowing pages and a rough, filthy cover which read: 'History of Nephilim in Modern Times'. Although looking at it, Atticus figured it must have been a while since anything written on those pages could be considered anywhere close to 'modern'. He wanted to crack it open just to see what was written inside, but his angelic instincts saw the uncleanliness of the object, and therefore prevented him from physically interacting with it.
Frances, on the other hand, had no such restraint.
"This is the last record anyone ever bothered making of all of history's Nephilim. But it's not like there's been any born since, so it should be accurate to some degree,"