The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.
And the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.
I’ve met you many times Lucinda, and most of the time, you’re a downright bore.
This wasn’t strong-willed, fly-by-the-seat-of-her-miniskirt Kate that I’d befriended last year. You think you know a girl- and then she goes and loses her virginity at a Mardi Gras party and goes soft.
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.
It’s such a beautiful question, Luce. I adore you for asking it, and I wish I could explain it better. All I can tell you is this: The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.
She just wished loving him didn’t always have to be so hard.
People are here because they’ve got baggage. I’m talking curbside-check-in, pay-the-fine-’cause-it’s-over-fifty-pounds kind of baggage. Get it?
Daniel had ruined that couple’s life. Killed their daughter. All because he’d been some hotshot angel who saw something he wanted and went after it.
No, he hadn’t just dragged her to California. He’d dragged her into a cursed eternity. A burden that should have been his alone to bear.
There was nothing mean about his voice. In fact it was almost too nice. Like she was too dim to grasp whatever was so obvious to him. Which made her absolutely furious.
I’ll love you with all my heart, in every life, through every death. I will not be bound by anything but my love for you.
Love is the only thing worth fighting for.
Inspiration is an excuse for doing something you already want to do.
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.
All that is good in Heaven and on Earth is born of love. This war is not just. This war is not good. Love is the only thing worth fighting for.
Daniel took Luce’s hands in his. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and let his massive white wings unfurl. Fully extended, they would have filled the entire kitchen, but Daniel reined them in, close to his body. They shimmered and glowed and looked altogether too beautiful. Luce reached out and touched them with both hands. Warm and satin smooth on the outside, but inside, full of power. She could feel it coursing through Daniel, into her. She felt so close to him, understood him completely – As If they had become one.
Maybe that’s what magic was – looking into darkness and seeing a light most people missed.
You have no idea how many strong and impossible things you are capable of.
Before Cam, music had been an escape, passion, a daydream, love, an impossibility.