421 Quotes by Susan Ee

He rips open the package and pulls out the thread. It’s the same snowy white as his wings. He holds the thread and hair together and twirls them with his thumb and forefinger so that the two strands intertwine. Holding the ends together, he steps over to the sword that lies on the counter and wraps the strand around the sword’s grip. “Stop complaining,” he says to the sword. “It’s for luck.

You’ve fought off a gang of men twice your size, killed an angel warrior, stood up to an archangel, and wielded an angel sword.” Raffe cocks his head. “But you scream like a little girl when you see a maggot?

If I were I human, I’d plow the nicest farm for you.

He strokes my hair and whispers, “Shhh.” Whatever comfort he’s giving me, I’m giving at least that much back just by being a warm body for him to hold at a time when he needs it most. I snuggle closer to him in my sleep and my whimpering subsides to a contented sigh. It.

I’VE FULFILLED MY end of the bargain, Archangel,” says the Pit lord. His burned wings sweep back and forth lazily in the air. “I saved your pitiful Daughter of Man and her family. Now it’s your turn.” Raffe hovers on his beautiful feathered wings in front of the Pit lord. He nods with a grim expression. “No.” The word slips out of my mouth as.

How can the world end in a giant fury of biblical proportions yet still leave room for embarrassment?

Great. Just my luck to be partnered with an alcoholic angel.

It’s more the way a tough guy who doesn’t like cats might look at a kitten and notice for the first time that it can be kind of cute. Sort of a reluctant, private acknowledgment that maybe cats aren’t all bad.

Oh, she could have handled the killing hands like the truest warrior,” says Raffe proudly. “It’s the little naked worms that make her tremble.” “Maybe we should call her maggot slayer,” says Howler. The others chuckle. I sigh. I probably deserve this, but that doesn’t make it any easier. Now I know how Pooky Bear feels.