You know, Roland and I were just talking about how we don't have any pyromaniac friends. And everyone knows you need a good pyro to pull off any reform school prank worth the effort.

Luce didn't know how to pull away from Cam.

Trial by fire.' Roland whistled, patting Luce on the back. 'Show no fear.

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

Last night we told you that none of the angels remember where we landed when we fell," Daniel said. "Yeah, about that... How's it possible?" Shelby said. "You'd think that kind of thing would leave an impression on the old memorizer." Cam's face reddened. "You try falling for nine days through multiple dimensions and trillions of miles, landing on your face, breaking your wings, rolling around concussed for who knows how long, wandering the desert for decades looking for any clue as to who or what or where you are - then talk to me about the old memorizer.

What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?

And the way he looked at her was so intense, his big green eyes probing into her, like he approved of everything she held inside.