Gates of Paradise

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

Evil was seductive and easy, and virtue was difficult and unappreciated.

It was time to say good-bye. I love you. Always, Jack sent. Always and forever.

I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

You made a sacrifice. And heaven rewarded you.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice.

You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.

Kingsley, ever the joker, had his Venator mark tattooed near his unmentionables

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

She still loved him, she would always love him, but it was the kind of love that was muted, safely seen through the rear-view window, like a place you used to call home but no longer visited. There would always be a wound there, but the healing had begun.

This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey?

Now tell me the truth," he said. "Why are you doing this?" She cringe from him. "I told you why." "I know you still love me." He smiled. "I can see it in your face." Mimi sneered. "We are with Lucifer now; we have always been false." "I don't believe it for one second," Kingsley whispered, looking into her eyes tenderly.

Hey you.” She smiled and traced a finger on his cheek. “Where have you been?” “Right here, always,” Jack murmured, kissing her all over her face, her neck. But there was little time for tenderness