“Angela’s in love with an angel.”

“Okay,” I say again. It seems that I’ve been reduced to single syllables by a single touch. Maybe Angela’s right. Maybe the swoony hand-holding in my vision means that part of my purpose means getting this really hot guy as my boyfriend. That wouldn’t suck.”

“First rule of Angel Club, you do not talk about Angel Club.”

“A string of very un-angelic curse words come to mind.”

“I wonder if the prayers of angel-bloods count more than regular people's.”

“That's ironic, because I always thought you were the ugliest out of all the angels.”

“I think he seriously believes that deflowering an angel could mean an eternity in fiery hell.”