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My lord? Are you all right?" Rothbury inhaled the fresh, almost lemon-tinged air wafting before him, the scent seeping deep into his lungs coaxing forth an unexpected pang of responsiveness. Eyes of sapphire blurred and spun before his gaze. "'Tempt not a desperate man.'" "I believe that's enough Shakespeare for one evening, my lord." For a moment the air seemed to sparkle about her head, causing him added confusion. "Are you an angel?" he heard himself mutter.

Now drawing four fingers up the sides of her stomach, my hands create a kind of invisible wave that sounds beneath her skin. Molding her torso every which way as if it were clay for me to experiment, I study the lines of her iridescent form flowing in a rhythmic beauty that fascinates me into this fixation. My finger circles around the rim of her belly button as if to enjoy the sounds that might come from a crystal glass. Her every touch absorbs my ability to discern thought as I become rested in this feeling of absolute ecstasy. Life without her I know would indefinitely destroy me, having already solemnly delivered my spirit to this angel that comes down to be with me.

My mind may be in gutter, Abigail, but at least I’m looking at an angel!

No se trata de conocer tu realidad, sino de descubrirla. Por más que trato de ignorarla, hay una voz dentro de mi cabeza que no deja de preguntarse '¿cómo sería?

My 'people skills' are 'rusty.' Pardon me but I have spent the last year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.

Oh yes. You’ve done a marvelous job of succeeding at failure.

Okay, how's this? I’ve been to Heaven and Hell. I’ve seen the whole world, but the only thing that makes me want to live is this: being inside you. I love you so much. You’re all I see.

Nuestras almas están formadas de muy extraña manera y nuestras vidas penden solo de leves lazos, cuya rotura puede arrojarlas a la prosperidad o a la ruina. Cuando miro hacia atrás me parece que ese cambio casi milagroso en mis inclinaciones y en mi voluntad fue obra directa de mi ángel guardián, el último esfuerzo del espíritu de conservación para alejarme de la tormenta que ya se cernía sobre mí, dispuesta a envolverme.

One straying angel won’t make God tremble.

Once you talk to your angels you will never feel truly alone ever again in this lifetime.

Only the virtuous can count on life, the pursuer of evil can only ever count on death.

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.

Only through forgiving can we understand that there is nothing and no one to forgive. And that we too, if we have hurt someone, have been for them, nothing more than an instrument of Love in the same way they have been for us. In the Oneness there is no separation, no judgment, and everything happens in Divine Perfection.

Our character isn’t defined by the battles we win or lose, but by the battles we dare to fight.

One day, she will grow up and imagine death as an angel that will lend her wings, so that she can find out. Death, unfortunately, is not in the business of lending wings.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard. ~Angel

Perhaps to bring good into the world, she needed to mix a little evil in it first.

Perhaps we all have a face behind a face…Good and the bad, happy and sad, sane and insane. We all have an angel and the stranger and we all have the choice!

Pleasure can turn the body into a slave. Desire can turn the mind into a fool. Passion can turn the heart into a beast. Love can turn the soul into an angel.

Pure souls need more perfect world: the one, where their kindness wouldn’t be seen as weakness; where their brightness wouldn’t trigger so much envy; where their sincerity and open heart wouldn’t be considered as an invitation to push them down and take advantage of them.

Quise tratar a los ángeles más como una mitología que como una religión. Que un ateo aprecie la fantasía y que un religioso aprecie la interpretación. Y es que religión o no, esta mitología es muy poderosa.

Selalu ada keajaiban kalau kau percaya!

Please?” asked the girl. “I AM BUSY. I AM TRYING TO FIX CONTINENTAL DRIFT.” “I…didn’t know it was broken.” Uriel’s face became more animated, his speech faster. “IT HAS BEEN BROKEN FOR FIVE WEEKS AND FIVE DAYS. I THINK IT BROKE WHEN I RELOADED NEW ZEALAND FROM A BACKUP COPY, BUT I DO NOT KNOW WHY. MY SYNCHRONIZATION WAS IMPECCABLE AND THE CHANGE PROPAGATED SIMULTANEOUSLY ACROSS ALL SEPHIROT. I THINK SOMEBODY BOILED A GOAT IN ITS MOTHER’S MILK. IT IS ALWAYS THAT. I KEEP TELLING PEOPLE NOT TO DO IT, BUT NOBODY LISTENS.

Please, baby, you had to know the Devil would be well endowed.

Scared, Angel?

Selalu ada hal indah kalau kau bisa berpikir positif di balik sebuah masalah.

[Se había enamorado] de la misma manera que aparecen las estrellas en el cielo: apenas uno nota un tímido resplandor, cuando, de pronto, el firmamento ya está lleno.

She is an angel, how bad could it be?” “Ask the first born of Israel when the Pharaoh pissed off Moses. Ask the salty residents of Sodom. Ask anyone who was not Noah or a fish once the Flood rolled in.

She has a smile that grows slowly and then shines, like an angel’s smile.

Roselyn adored the scent of sex, the wafting aroma of angel fontanels before they earn their halos.

She simply converted an average face into beautiful face and a beautiful face into an angelic face.

She looked exactly like an angel. I know my jaw dropped a little, and I just stood there looking at her for what seemed like a long time, shocked into silence, until I suddenly remembered that I had a line I had to deliver. I took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. "You're beautiful," I finally said to her, and I think everyone in the whole auditorium, from the blue-haired ladies in the front to my friends in the back row, knew that I actually meant it. I'd nailed that line for the very first time.

She wasn't ordinary, I liked her that way. Mystery oozed from her pours as she walked so lightly I could have mistaken her for an angel.

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

She was his angel, he couldn’t let her know his sins.

So many stories lived behind my eyes. I carried the people I hurt, the lies I told, my sick relationship with food, wherever I went. My mind was rarely grounded in the moment. My past was heavy and constant; my thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone. But when I was with the shelter dogs, I didn’t have anything to hide. Sometimes what existed behind my eyes fell away. I wasn’t bulimic or unlovable or fat or a liar. I was a part of life again. I was an observer, and to more than just the dark cyclical patterns of the mind—here was the strong, sturdy presence of another—the breath moving in and out of Angel’s chest, the beating of her heart, the force of life moving through her and through me.

Some Ange'el are a bit more powerful. Each one has their own set of capabilities and level of skill depending on the purity of their genes and their age. Some Ange'el can heal ya. Some can convince ya to do their will. Some know what you're thinking. Some can speak to you using only their minds, and Viviane ... well, Viviane can do it all.

Something’s different,” Carlos continued. “Tonight you came in with no scowling or growling. Why the change?” Robby shrugged one shoulder. “I’m trying to convince you I’m no’ crazy. If I kept doing the same thing when it wasna working, would that no’ be crazy?” “Good point.” Carlos rinsed the bowl and placed it in the dishwasher. “So you’re trying a new strategy tonight.” Robby removed the bottled blood from the microwave and filled a glass. “Tonight I saw an angel.” Carlos’s eyes widened. “And you’re still trying to convince me you’re not crazy?

Sometimes I imagine a whole future made out of the moment after I've died and you are still sitting beside me.' 'You imagine I'll be there at your deathbed?' 'Yes.' 'And if I stayed away, would you live for ever?

She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil’s mark. She was beautiful.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

Sorrisi, accoccolandomi contro di lui. Il mio ragazzo. Colui di cui avevo bisogno quando qualcosa andava male. Quando Jake mi aveva allontanato da lui, quella sera, mi ero sentita strana, come se avessi perso il cuore. Fino a quel momento, non mi ero resa conto di quanto forte fosse il legame che avevo con Liam. Lui era tutto, per me. Quando poco prima avevo sentito il suo abbraccio, mi era sembrato di essere finalmente a casa, e il panico era svanito subito. Avevo la certezza che, finché fosse rimasto con me, sarei stata bene.

Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.

Suddenly the zephyr kicked up the leaves as well, and Sylvia saw something like a great, green angel arise in the spot where the mask had lain. Sylvia stood frozen to the spot watching as a face of living wood took shape from the mask-like object and rose over six feet with the leaves flowing over limbs.

She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I love you.” He had tears running a path down his face. He nodded. “Back at ya, pretty child. So, so much.

Sword-arm pauses. War-heat recedes. Sacred soul-sister silently pleads For only peace, which never has been. Only has such been seen within A soul with the humblest, most basic needs. That soul I've fleetingly seen before, Crossing my path when I'd naught left in store- Nothing to which war-poet may run. Soul-sister-Soul-Angel- seeing poet undone, Paused, to hand war-poet gold from her Core.

Taifa ni malaika! Taifa ni Shetani! Laana ya mwenye haki ina haki.

Take this message to your people, you obsequious little worm,” I murmured. “Anyone who lays a hand on Jordan Amador will have to answer to me. Now do me a favor and go to hell.” I removed my sword from his hand and then decapitated him. His severed head tumbled across the floor like a wayward bowling ball. Good riddance. I set my sword aside, found a stool in the corner, and climbed up in front of Jordan. Her handcuffs were attached to a huge meat hook bolted into the ceiling. I lifted her off of it with great care, unsure if she had the strength to stand. As soon as her arms were free, she looped them around my shoulders and pressed her face against my neck. She was trembling, but not crying. I sank to the floor and cradled her in my lap, breathing out the last of my anger now that she was safe. “‘M sorry,” she mumbled in a small voice. “I’m so sorry, Michael.” I snorted. “What the hell do you have to apologize for? You got kidnapped. Pretty sure that’s not your fault.” She shook her head, her words partially muffled as she pressed her face against my shirt. “Should’ve been stronger. I could’ve gotten you killed.” “By Heckle and Jeckle here? Not likely.” A shaky laugh rattled through her. She slid her fingers into the hairs along the nape of my neck and hugged me tighter. I knew from experience she didn’t want me to see her face because she knew she was only seconds away from breaking down. No one would ever accuse Jordan Amador of being a crybaby, not if she could help it. It was a ridiculous notion at best, but I indulged her anyway. “Thank you.” “Just doing my job. But you’re welcome.” I smoothed the sweaty hairs away from her forehead enough to kiss it. She didn’t move away. We stayed there for a while without speaking, just clinging to each other until we felt strong enough to separate.

Taunt me at your peril, angel. I'm only a man. So before you tumble from heaven into my bed, be very sure it's what you want. Because once I've got you where I want you, nothing on earth or heaven will save you from me." Her mouth went dry as anticipation blazed through her body. "Then it's a good thing I don't want to be saved, isn't it?