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The only things that got me through those years were a half dozen books I stole and through which I escaped reality time and again. I never tired of reading them, even reading them aloud to myself, until the characters between the covers became dear to me, like old friends.

Before her parents were killed, Lena hadn't minded school. She had even liked some of her classes. Now school was just watching the clock tick.

Tell your father I never wanted to be a rose, only ever a night-scented gilliflower, and his moon was my sun.

I have to admit I wasn't to keen on this idea when you first told me you were going out at midnight to see him, but I guess maybe I was wrong... Have you guys? God, Karen. I rolled my eyes. Oh well, let's not hope that's not the killer in the relationship since he sounds perfect in every other way. Wow, thanks for spoiling it nerd.

Sometimes an angel is found in the dark.

I think it would have to be the way that my sister looks at you when you can__ see it._ __eah? And how__ that?_ he asked, very interested in the answer. __h, you know,_ she said coolly, __ike you__e the air she needs to breathe.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

Hell in life indicates a state of suffering, of agony, of torture (by others, by circumstances, or by ourselves), and of insipid colors and little joy. Hell is a heavy vibration that drags us spiraling down from the highest to the lowest, darkest vibrations..

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

My belief is that, morally, God and Satan are vaguely on the same page. According to the common understanding of Satan's origins, holiness must be in his blood: but a corrupted formula. The vital difference is that God is willing to offer grace for our sins; he delights in grace. God is the one and only holy and just punisher of sin, yes, but that is partly so because punishment for the sake of punishment is not something he loves. Whereas Satan, as the accuser, and as it is written, actually seeks God's permission to punish; he, being a seasoned legalist, delights in finding wrongs and will defy his own morality just to expose immorality. This is why both the anti-religious soul and the violently religious soul are, whether consciously or unconsciously, and sadly enough, glorifying their biggest hater: Satan is not only a lawless lover of punishing lawlessness, but also the greatest theologian of us all. He loves wickedness, but only because he loves punishing wickedness.

Always have a plan, but be prepared to change it at any given moment.

One of my earliest memories was of a maze of pale green walls. The corridors never ended, no matter which way I turned. I was running, my feet bare, my paper-thin gown flapping around skinny foal-like legs, and the demons kept on coming. I__ run the maze before, because I always knew which way to turn to find the little clear plastic box. I__ run, and run. Lungs aching, throat burning, my feet slapping against the smooth floor, and the sound of scrabbling claws chased me down. I made it to the box, every time (I__ learned later, there were others who hadn__) and once inside, I__ yank the clear door closed. The demons didn__ see the box. They saw only me, the wraith-like little half-blood girl. They would launch themselves__laws extended, jaws wide, eyes ablaze__nd slam into my box, sending shudders rattling through my bones. They__ snap and snarl, hook their teeth into the box and gnaw at its edges, desperate to get to the feast huddling a few millimeters away. Flooding, the Institute had called it. At first I was afraid, and I learned how to run. Then I was angry, and I learned how to fight with my fists and my element. Then, I got even. I lured those demons into a corner and ambushed them, killing every last one. After countless visits to the maze, after weeks, years, I__ started liking it, and killing became as natural as breathing. It was what I was good at. What I was made for. What I lived for.© Copyright Pippa DaCosta 2016.

Gabriel: What__ the point of having power, if one cannot use it? What__ the point of immortality, if one cannot truly live?

Angels are good not simply because they see bad as bad, but also because they see bad as corny.

That was the funny thing. What happened to John would pass for his classmates, but for John it was a long challenging road ahead of him. Who knew where he would be sent, maybe a juvenile detention center? He might keep in touch with a few friends if his parents let him, but he would never return to Wakefield High. His peers had no clue the journey ahead of him, that his life was changed forever. And they had no idea what lay ahead for Lilly. No one knew she had been given a task by the Archangels to fight a war against pure evil. They had no idea that Lilly would spend most of her free time not training for a marathon, but training to kill demons. John and Lilly were not all too different.

Not all people are 'people', some are more and some are less. But only those who listen intently with their hearts will recognise them for what they are.

Dreaming is what you do when your eyes are closed...living is what you do with that dream once you open your eyes!

Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand.