The seraph looked up, and pain sliced through my head as our eyes met, almost blinding me. "I honor you. You can do something I cannot," it said softly. "For all I am and all I have been, you are human. You are loved for your inventiveness, both good and bad. I can kill, but you can create. You can even create...an end," it said wistfully. "That's something I will never be able to do. Accept this. Create.

I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

And if he is lying and he double-crosses you, I’ll kill him for you.” From anyone else, it would have been an idle threat, and I smiled, feeling loved. (Ivy and Rachel)

I like the second better, but the first fits with the vampire watching what she can’t have.” I blinked. “What he can’t have,” I amended, flushing.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

I’m not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker,” I said (Rachel to Trent)

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.