that stone hand pointing out of the secular clouds

[Terrance]

	"Yes, she said, her voice deep and uncanny, "I am the Devil's creature,
and, mark me, he will revenged for my life!"  The men who held her
stepped back a piece, making the sign of the cross and the other, older
sign, against strong magic. 
	"Anys!" I groaned.  "Don't say these things! You know they are not so!" 
	She looked at me where I lay on the ground and gave a ghostly smile. 
But in her eyes, I read judgment: my loose tongue had helped betray her.
Then she looked away and stared around her at her persecutors. The sun,
slipping below the horizon, found a narrow slit in the louring clouds.
Through it, sudden and swift, beamed a lonely finger of light. It sped
over the hillside, touching each tree and stone until it reached Anys
and lit her up as if she were on fire. Her amber eyes glinted yellow as
a cat's. 

_Year Of Wonders_
by Geraldine Brooks