For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He’d been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt.

To be haunted by my heart is no threat.

Somehow the idea of Montgomery as a fairy doesn't have the same effect on me as it appears to have on you. -Raphael

Hawke's gaze was so innocent, Andrew knew it was pure bullshit

What can I say? I prefer to die well informed.

Only ignorance excuses stupidity

Blood for life. Life for life. Changeling justice.