“...God spared not the angels that sinned,But cast them down to hell,And delivered then into chains of darknessTo be preserved unto judgment..”

“If I wanted easy, I'd chain myself in hell beside Rixon. The two of us could kick back and soak up the rays together.”

“You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal." The boy's dark eyes lifted, meeting Chauncey's. "Half fallen angel." Chauncey's tutor's voice drifted up from the recesses of his mind, reading passages from the Bible, telling of a deviant race created when angels cast from heaven mated with mortal women. A fearsome and powerful race. A chill that wasn't entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey. "Who are you?”

“Scared, Angel?”

“He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.”

“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked."If I did?""I don't like it."He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”

“I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.”