Daniel took Luce’s hands in his. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and let his massive white wings unfurl. Fully extended , they would have filled the entire kitchen , but Daniel reined them in, close to his body. They shimmered and glowed and looked altogether too beautiful. Luce reached out and touched them with both hands. Warm and satin smooth on the outside, but inside, full of power. She could feel it coursing through Daniel, into her. She felt so close to him, understood him completely—As If they had become one.

I guess I don’t know what I want.” “I do. I want you.” “I know, but—” “Nothing will ever change that. No matter what you hear. No matter what happens.

I want you to know that I would do it all again. I will choose you every time.

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

What does my soul look like to you?' 'I couldn't reduce it to words if I tried, but its beauty is unsurpassed.

Sometimes love needed a lift from its guardian angels, to get its feet off the ground. But once it made its first early beats toward flight, it had to be trusted to take wing on its own and soar past the highest conceivable heights, into the heavens-and beyond.

I’ll love you with all my heart, in every life, through every death. I will not be bound by anything but my love for you.