Because she was seventeen, and still alive, against thousands of years' worth of odds.Because she knew enough to fear what the future would bring.

I've met you many times Lucinda, and most of the time, you're a downright bore.

Suicide was a mortal luxury not afforded to angels.

Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia.

Do I love him? Yes. But when the final battle comes, I'll have to kill him. That's just our reality. We both know exactly where we stand."- Francesca

Daniel's face-- the way it had been bathed in violet light when he'd carried her home this morning-- appeared before her eyes. His gleaming golden hair. His tender, knowing eyes. The way one touch of his lips transported her far away from any darkness. For him, she'd suffer all of this, and more.

Love was a dance floor where everyone you loved left a mark behind.