I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night.

You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.

How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.

I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic

What I really wanted was the impossible.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?

This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.