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

Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.

Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.

Why is Anthony Amowitz using his pimp smile on you?” “You’re only calling him a pimp because he’s here. At Marcie’s.” “Yeah, so?” “He’s being nice.” I elbowed her. “Smile back.” “Being nice? He’s being horny.

All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

Hello,Pepper. It´s been a while," I said. "The last time we met up, you tried to kidnap me, isn´t that right?" Nora (p.303)

Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?