That is your legend?" Akiva asked, incredulous. Madrigal had told him the story of the sun and Ellai while they flew. "That seraphim are the blood of a rapist sun?
My tiny scary friend is coming
Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.
Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.
Love makes a person do strange things.
...magic was ugly—-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus of pain.