Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

You made a sacrifice. And heaven rewarded you.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

But there's always a first time for everything

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