Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn’t wait to break the news. And if he didn’t want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn’t be able to live with was if she never told him.

It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.

Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.