My dad always says commit to the target.” Her.

Hey, Law-and-Order,” said Gabriel. “Let him go.

Whoa. I have no idea what I expected him to do, but that’s even better.

You are not a weapon, Grey.

And underneath it all, so tiny that I almost don’t acknowledge it, a kernel of pride that instead of magic bringing fear and torment, the way Lilith did, or pain and death, the way my sword would, my magic brought healing and trust, and that is not a small thing at all.

They’re being such idiots. They should have just talked to each other.

The quiet lets my thoughts roam free, and they don’t travel in happy directions.

The bathroom smelled like boys, from spicy sticks of uncapped deodorant and a large bottle of body wash that looked like it could climb a mountain on its own. Nothing floral here. At least the towels looked clean.

There was something about knowing how long you have to suffer that was better than just waiting.

Dropping an f-bomb wouldn’t make me an idiot any more than saying “sesquipedalian” makes someone intelligent.