“So, what’s it like to be an Angel?” Bryon’s voice fills the uncomfortable silence.The Angels bark with laughter. “It’s wonderful,” Elijah sings.”
“He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart a coaxed it into a new rhythm. A rhythm so sweet, so captivating, so enticing, I can’t get enough. ”
“Life was wonderful, so filled with people and activities, with love and laughter.”
“It’s like we have the bones of animals and the hearts of angels.”
“She heard music. Angels singing? she thought, dizzy. It seemed odd for angels to sing after table sex. She managed to swallow on a throat wildly dry. "Music," she murmured. "My phone. In my pants. Don't care.""Oh. Not angels." "No. Def Leppard.”
“Face of an angel, voice of a serpent”