Gorgeous, glowing rays of light...This was what true beauty and goodness looked like-- a spectral, luminescent gathering of beings so pure it hurt to look directly at them, like the most glorious eclipse, or maybe Heaven itself.

Of all the pairs the Throne endorsed None rose to burn as bright As Lucifer, the Morning Star, And Lucinda, his Evening Light

Daniel Grigori!" Arriane hooted through her hands. "No!" Daniel hooted back without missing a beat.

Even Lucifer looked impressed. He muttered, "Only Lucinda could pull that off.

You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.

This is why angels choose sides, why people join teams. It costs too much not to; it weighs too heavily to soldier on alone.

I guess I don’t know what I want.” “I do. I want you.” “I know, but—” “Nothing will ever change that. No matter what you hear. No matter what happens.