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Even though my angel has forgiven me and rescued me, who on earth will save him, who cannot be allowed into the light of the sun, who has lost his name, who can only hide himself in the world of darkness?

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.

As Abby finally turned and fled the frigid temperatures of the roof, she realized she still didn__ know if the Fallen were good or evil. Whether they intended to kill the humans or not.All she knew was that, at the tender age of thirteen, Abby Rhodes had just fallen head over heels in love.

The angel__ lower body was covered by a pair of faded jeans that showcased the strong muscles in his thighs_along with a few other things she__ only dared dream about. His upper body was bare, showing off honeyed skin, washboard abs, and a killer set of pecs.

Her angel didn__ look at all like she__ expected. He was no benevolent creature with long, flowing robes and a bland, peaceful smile. Instead he was the stuff of every teenage girl____nd quite a few teenage boys___antasies.

It wasn__ every day a girl lost her virginity, not to mention to a delicious, perfect specimen of man. One who had wings, to boot.

Part of her wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. But the rest of her just wanted to throw him to the ground and rip those jeans off him. Funny how she could be so jealous of a pair of pants. They covered the sinfully male body she longed to explore.

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.

For eight years I__e waited for you to realize that. I__e waited for you to see yourself for who you really are. You__e Lily Marks, a beautiful, extremely clever woman whose capacity for compassion sets you apart from the Nephilim. It__ not your fighting skills or how good of a warrior you are. It__ the fact you look at me and see a man rather than a Fallen._ -Julian

You__e mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won__ let anything change that.

He tasted like summertime - of wicked thunderstorms, fresh clover, and wild honeysuckle - and I had the sensation of falling, my stomach tumbling over and over again until calm finally reached in, rooting deep and stretching out to encompass everything: my mind, my body. And my soul - whatever that was. The same clean, almost scentless breeze whipped over us again, just like it had the first night we__ met, and I could physically feel one chapter of my life closing and another beginning.

I twisted my body, suddenly unable to stand his hands on me. __o you really think I give a damn what you are? That anything else matters to me more than you, yourself? I don__ want you to stay because you think I need a protector, Daniel. I__e been looking after myself for a very long time now, and I__e done just fine. Dammit, have some faith in me.___f I didn__ have faith in you, Sarah, I wouldn__ feel this way.

Then what__ the problem? You keep telling me she__ just a job. So, fine. The job__ done. You found her. You trained her. Now she has to do her part. She has to kill Dmitri. Whether she can survive the battle or not doesn__ matter, and it isn__ up to you to decide._ Luc got up from the swing and went to Daniel. __isten, man, I__ trying to be a friend here. You__e been down here so long you__e starting to think like one of them. Quit trying to grow a conscience and just finish what you started.

I__ going to ask you a question,_ I said. __nd I want an answer this time, no dodging and no playing cryptic. Is the reason you__e leaving because you need to look for Nicholas, or because you want to get away from me?__aniel looked me square in the eye, unblinking. __he first thing accomplishes the second, now doesn__ it?

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

Daniel came to sit beside me, ignoring my wariness and settling into the thin, worn cushion. __ho__ you think I was that first night we met?_ __he night you attacked me, you mean? I thought you were a vampire._ __ vampire?_ His look was one of genuine confusion. __ampires aren__ real.

After a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-""Okay, that was so not my fault-""-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population.""I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans.""They smell bad when they're dead.""All you mortal types do.