“Once in a stately passion I cried with desperate grief'Oh Lord, my heart is black with guile, of sinners I am chief'Then stooped my guardian angel and whispered from behind 'Vanity my little man, you're nothing of the kind' ”

“I am vain, or once was, and one of my vanities was to feign that I was not.”

“I raised my spear to heaven. 'For God and Britain!' I cried, and my cry was answered in kind. And then I was racing down the hillside, my cloak rippling out behind me, the wind singing from my dark-glinting spearhead.”

“By accepting out Lord Jesus Christ as my personal shaver, I stooped myself from bumming in jell.”

“You're a guardian angel now." I was still too much in awe to wrap my mind around it, but at the same time I felt amazement, curiosity...happiness."I'm your guardian angel," he said."I get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?""Guard your body." His smile tipped higher. "I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.”

“My mother was an angel,” I blurted. “A guardian angel.”Kaidan began to chuckle.“What's so funny?” I asked.“You. You're a walking contradiction. Horns and a halo. I don't believe it.”