She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik
Susan KayHell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.
Susan KayIn point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholicโuntil the day I learned that animals have no souls.
Susan Kay