Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wobbling back and forth. Tilting freely, to and fro. One does not like to think that sometimes it is the angel that falls.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

Great. Lookout. I'm a lookout. Another thing to put on my college applications. What do I do if I see someone?" Val looked back. "I'm not sure, actually.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.

But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?