Suicide was a mortal luxury not afforded to angels.

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.

Oooh!" Bill squealed. "Very rococo." "So, I'm really doing this? I'm just going to go down there and pretend--" (Luce) "No pretending." Bill shook his head. "Own it. Own that cleavage, girl, you know you want to.

It felt so good just to be held

Daniel had ruined that couple’s life. Killed their daughter. All because he’d been some hotshot angel who saw something he wanted and went after it.

this lifeless paper, cruel imposter, was the only to take her with him

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