You have no idea how many strong and impossible things you are capable of.
Cam was so much clearer, easier to figure out. Like he was algebra and Daniel was calculus.
This time, I asked a mortal Israeli girl what sort of things she liked to eat. She led me to a something called a falafel stand. Phil shrugged and his voice lilted in a question at the end.
She knew she shouldn't want him with every fiber of her being, but she couldn't help herself. Gazing at him feeling his touch - the rest of the world faded into the background.
Callie always said Luce was incapable of brutal honesty and that was why she got herself stuck in so many crappy situations with guys whom she should have just told no.
I've met you many times Lucinda, and most of the time, you're a downright bore.
Orchards of silver trees bore the most delicious fruits that had ever existed. The angels feasted and gave thanks for their first and only home. Their voices joined together in praise of their Creator, forming a blended sound that in humans' throats would later be known as harmony.
We're screwed, Arriane said, kicking a cloud in frustration. She glared at its wispy tendrils, which ambled eastward, unaffected. That's never as satisfying as I think it's going to be.
Knowledge is power; power corrupts. Corruption brings shame and ruin. Ignorance may not be bliss, but it is perhaps preferable to a life lived in shame.
The starlight, which seemed strangely bright tonight, wasn't starlight at all. Instead, Lucifer's demons had gathered high in the firmament above. It was their eyes that shone like stars through the wildfire smoke.
Fallen angels could not enter sanctuaries of God. The moment they crossed the threshold, the house of worship would go up in flames, incinerating every mortal inside.
You've got to learn to keep the knowledge of the past with you as you pursue the present.
I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time.
You can't love me without growing old, she finally said. And I can't know that about you without wanting to cry. And my tears are the end of the world.
I know nothing. I know no one. I'm lonely. Every time I see you, you've put up some new wall, and you never let me in.
His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.
I want you to know that I would do it all again. I will choose you every time.
Because love and hate were supposed to stand cleanly on opposite sides of the spectrum. The division seemed as clear as...well, angels and demons would once have seemed to her. Not anymore.
Sometimes when you try not to repeat your mistakes, you forget that the original mistakes are still unfolding.
Cam's face reddened. You try faling for nine days through multiple dimensions and trilions of miles, landing on your face, breaking your wings, roling around concussed for who knows how long, wandering the desert for decades looking for any clue as to who or what or where you are—and then talk to me about the old memorizer.
Some truce," Daniel said, "Eighteen days of others trying to kill her.
Sometimes love was not about winning, but about wise sacrifice and the realiability of friends like Arianne. Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.
Don't turn your back on what you love because you're scared.
Presidia, you fool, Dee shouted at the nun, dragging the arrow backward with her high heel. Luce leaned down to pick it up and slipped it inside the satchel. You know that won't hurt me! Now you've annoyed my friends. She gestured broadly at the angels darting forward to disarm the costumed Elders.
Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything... Love.
My process has changed in recent years because I now have two young kids. I have to be more regimented. The days are very short.
Maybe you were the inspiration, but inspiration is an excuse for doing something you already want to do.
Love is an endless drive on a winding road. You can't see everything about another person all at once.
Their only communication so far had included one middle finger and a couple of dirty looks.
I cannot be other than what I am, and I am the choices of all my days.
Cooking is the best way to unwind at the end of a long writing day. There's something mindless and hands-on about cooking, which makes it feel like the very opposite of writing, which is heady but inactive.
When one lover suffered from a broken heart, no matter how badly the other wanted to help, she couldn't be the one to heal it.
One of them spotted the halo in Daniel's hand and gasped. They have stolen the first relic.
Oh that moment when Daniel thought he'd lost her to Cam's starshot! His wings hat felt too heavy to lift. Colder than death. In that instant , he'd given up all hope.
This is why angels choose sides, why people join teams. It costs too much not to; it weighs too heavily to soldier on alone.
We've come because we need to track down the original location of the Fall, Daniel said, the place where Lucifer and the host of Heaven will appear. We have to stop him.
If I were yours and you were mine, I would want you to be exactly as you are. I would never eclipse you with my desires.
I tend to write some, then outline some, then delete some, then go back and rewrite some. I love revising and hate first drafts. I have to wear bedroom slippers. My current favorites come from the Zetter Hotel in London. They have little tobacco pipes on the toes.
She liked the way this road smelled in the evenings, like rain falling on night-blooming jasmine. Locusts sang old songs in the darkness.
And the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.
Scared ya, did I? Aw, that's sweet. Don't worry the shocks won't kill me," she whispered. "They only make me stronger. Anyway, it was worth it to give that cow a black eye, ya know?
What they had right now was not what she wanted. And if the rules of the game were always going to stay this way, she just didn't know if she even wanted to play.
And while Luce dreamed below of the most glorious wings unfurling-the likes of which she'd never seen before-two angels in the rafters shook hands.