Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again," I say, cheerily. "It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it.
Libba BraySometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then itโs gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "Weโre all damaged somehow.
Libba BrayWhen I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now heโs come to me, waving from a distant shore as if heโs been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesnโt utter a word, but his smile says everything: Iโve missed you.
Libba BrayHeaven's brightest and best-loved angel, who was cast out for inspiring a rebellion against God. Having lost Heaven, Lucifer and his rebel angels vowed to continue fighting here on earth." "I don't understand why he had to fight. He was already in heaven." "True. But he wasn't content to serve. He wanted more." "He had all he could ask for, didn't he?" Ann asks. "Exactly." Miss Moore states. "He had to ask. He was dependent upon someone else's whim. It's a terrible thing to have no power of one's own. To be denied.
Libba Bray