I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.

The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.

...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.

Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand.

It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.” “It does make a difference,” I said, my voice small but confident. “You and I share the same blood.” I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. “I’m your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and you’ll die. It’s written in The Book of Enoch.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.