Oh. My. God. They were fighting. In the library. Over her.

Oh, jeez, please kill that metaphor,...Or kill me. One or the other.

Cam: She is so lovely when she sleeps. Daniel: Is that why you wanted her to sleep for all eternity?

There is no darkness as dark as a great light corrupted.

Would love be so different with someone else? Was love even possible with someone else? Love was supposed to be easy, wasn't it? Then why did she feel so tormented?

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.

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