Be grateful for small mercies.

The lake of fire awaits my lady

I'm a girl; of course I have a built-in miss-o-meter.

Life's a game-and I happen to know how to play.

Actually Gabriel’s an archangel,” I corrected. “But otherwise, yes.” “Well, that explains why he’s so hard to impress,” said Xavier flippantly

Fine - I said huffily. - But I hope I'm at least allowed to fly around the corridors during lunch hour. Gabriel threw me a disapproving look. I waited for him to get my joke, but his eyes remained serious. I sighed. Much as I loved him, Gabriel could be totally lacking in any sense of humor.

Just because I've walked into this crazy fantasy doesn't mean I can just abandon my other plans, much as I might want to.