This train of thought was heading straight for Pity City, and she wanted to get off.

Use the prise de fer!" Shelby called. "Lilith sucks at the prise de fer. Correction: Lilith sucks at everything, but especially the prise de fer.

And while Luce dreamed below of the most glorious wings unfurling-the likes of which she'd never seen before-two angels in the rafters shook hands.

Had God created Love to make pain feel even worse?

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

The good news is" he paused, carefully choosing his words, "I kissed you, and you're still here.

I know he would die if you died, Luce