Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And heโs a terrible kisser to boot.โ Evieโs parents stared in stunned silence. โOr so Iโve heard.
Libba BrayLife donโt come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ainโt nobody handing it to us.
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 BrayIt's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.
Libba Bray