Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.