Luce blushed. "Then what kind of angel are you?" "I'm sort of in between gigs right now," Daniel said.

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

She took comfort in the soft occasional sound of turning pages.

When he turned to face her, the drawn look on his face was one of absolute agony as if Luce had just ripped his heart out

I don’t know how you can stand it. Over and over again, the same sadness—” He lifted her up. “The same ecstasy—” “The same fire that kills everything—” “The same passion that ignites it all again. You don’t know. You can’t remember how wonderful—” “I’ve seen it. I do know.

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.

They're just talking. They're flirting kind of like they're strangers, but at the same time they also seem to know each other really well. I don't get it." "So they're taking it slow. What's wrong with that?" Bill asked. "Kids today, they just want things to go fast-- boom boom BOOM.