Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies," Jenks whispered, empty and bereft. "My word silent, though I should howl. Muffled by death, my wings can't lift me high enough to find you. I feel you within. Unaware of my pain. Not knowing why I mourn. And why I breathe alone.

I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.

I'd never seen a man who could outshop me, but Jenks was a master.

Somehow I found him. Somehow I found Al's sarcastic thoughts, bitter and old. Tired, angry, bored. Alone.

Ah, Jenks? It’s not a lake, it’s a friggin’ freshwater ocean. Did you see the size of the tanker going under the bridge when we came into town? The wake from it could tip us. I’m not canoeing it unless your name is Pocahontas.

Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.