Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.
Laini TaylorOnce upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.
Laini TaylorSome would assert that Providence was at work shaking out its pockets in Humanity's lap. Other would argue for that mindless choreographer, Chance. Either way it was a simple thing: a lost diary fell into the hands of a soul-sick war hero on a train from Bombay to Jaipur just when he'd grown tired of the scenery and needed something to keep his thoughts from the minefield of his wretched thoughts. In such mild ways is the groundwork laid for first kisses and ruined lives.
Laini TaylorThere are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.
Laini Taylor