Grace and Glory

You are all I ever wanted, even before I knew what I wanted. It was you. It was always you.

I am of the belief that there are few things more empowering than love. Only the already weak would be further weakened by it.

A tight smile appeared on Grim’s face. “I always know. I’m like Santa, but with more death.” “Wow,” I murmured. “That comparison just ruined Christmas for me.

I like both of you. Together. You're two halves meant to be one. Always have been. Always will be.

Trin, nothing about you will ever be a burden. Everything about you is a goddamn privilege.

All magic can be used for the great and for the terrible.

He committed an act of selflessness and sacrifice by coming to your aid. He did so out of the purest love. He was restored to his Former Glory.” “Former Glory?” I had no idea what he was talking about. The Throne nodded. “But he chose you. He chose to Fall.

People needed someone to blame, even if there was no one at fault or if the fault rested solely in their hands.

There’s going to be nothing simple about that.” Lifting a hand, I straightened my glasses as they started to slip down my nose. “Besides the fact that our friendly neighborhood homicidal archangel has to have eyes on that school, the place is like a nightmare sandwich of very angry ghosts and wraiths as the bread and Shadow People as the rancid meat.” “Besides the really strange description, Trin is right,” Zayne said.

Bow,” Lucifer ordered. “Bow before your true Lord and Savior.” None of us moved. Or bowed. We all stared at him, which probably meant we were seconds away from being brutally murdered in really horrific ways. Lucifer clapped his hands together, causing me to give a little jump. “I’m just kidding.” He chuckled, and the sound was like dark chocolate, smooth and sinful. “So, I’m told I’m needed to save the world.” “Yeah,” I said hoarsely. Lucifer smiled, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful and so equally frightening before. Goose bumps broke out over my flesh. “Then let’s raise some Hell.

I bet you won’t be surprised to hear that no female angels have ever gotten themselves kicked out of Heaven,” Cayman said. “Not because they never questioned anything. It’s just that they actually questioned things in a logical, thoughtful manner instead of acting like general fools.

A dark shape swept up from the wide of the building and over the glass wall. It landed on two clawed feet a foot or so from me, and for a moment, I really wished I hadn’t been able to see the imp. The thing must’ve fallen down a demon tree and hit every ugly branch on the way down. It looked like a giant, walking bat as it lifted nearly translucent wings and screeched. I slammed the iron dagger deep into its chest. “Dumbass,” I muttered as the demon went up in flames.

I think it’s easier for me to think he’s not capable of doing something like that.” “Why?” Zayne asked. It was hard to put what I felt into words. “Because it...makes me think about what it’s like to have a father

I’m the finder of hidden treasures and knower of secrets. There is nowhere you can hide that I won’t discover.” “So, you’re the Indiana Jones of demons?” I asked. “Cool.” “Indiana Jones?” the demon repeated. “I don’t who that is.” My brows lifted. “You don’t know who Indiana Jones is, and I’m supposed to believe that you’re the knower of secrets and finder of things?

The Glory was nothing compared to your love.

Couldn’t perform?” I asked, tsking. “I hear they make a pill for that.

Panic exploded. What undies did I grab? Oh God, it was the pair that had Hump Day plastered across the ass. I was going to fall out of this damn shirt to my death and be found splattered on the sidewalk in undies that said Wednesday and it was Sunday. People were gonna think I’d been wearing these for days. The medical examiner was going to be horrified. I could not let that happen.

Yeah, angels tend to bend the rules when the sin benefits the greater good,

DAYS THAT END IN AY ARE WINE DAYS.

And I would like to pull a T. Swift, and remove myself from this narrative.

I asked Roth what that was, and you know how he responded? He said it was just a house spider.” “A house spider?” I exclaimed. “For whose house? Godzilla’s?” “Exactly.” She led us through a short, narrow hall. “He then proceeded to tell me that there were even bigger spiders.” “I would literally set myself on fire if I saw a spider bigger than that,” Jada said, and I shuddered.