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

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

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

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

People who are chronically tardy never understand the many ways in which they screw up the schedules of people who are punctual and 'normal'.

I get to live forever," he repeated. Luce was still lost, but he kept talking, a stream of words pouring out of his mouth. "I get to live, and to watch babies being born, and grow up, and fall in love. I watch them have babies of their own and grow old. I watch them die. I am condemned, Luce, to watch it all over again and again. Everyone but you." His eyes were glassy. His voice dropped to a whisper. "You don't get to fall in love--" "But...," she whispered back. "I've...fallen in love.

Would he find her? Without question. Would he save her? Always.