Angels are beyond us. They’re creatures that biology doesn’t apply to. They don’t love humanity at all. They just love God.

The angel was not light or dark, but something else entirely. An angel, he knew in that moment, was not corporeal. It was ancient Aramaic translated into binary as transcribed to a Japanese scholar. It was the spot in a solar flare seen from feet away. The images of angels were the shadows cast by their fire.

Angels are just beyond us. They’re creatures that biology doesn’t apply to. They don’t love humanity at all. They just love God.

Think about the whole Biblical story of Mary. She wakes up and sees something with a lion, eagle, and human face that wants to inseminate her with the Holy Seed. She’s practically a saint just for not killing herself on the spot.

Do you know the amount of evil done by well-meaning humans? Oodles. Do you know the amount done by ill-meaning devils? Infinitesimal.

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.

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