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314 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2008
"You had your heart broken much?"
He paused. "Of course. Everyone does. Part of life."
"Tell me her name. I'll kick her ass. I don't want anyone hurting you."
"You would be worth going to Guam for."
"What about Omaha?"
"No one's worth going to Omaha for."
"I wish you could choose who you love," he said bitterly. "Because I wouldn't choose you, you know. But, here we are. I can't stop thinking about you. I feel like there's some pull to you I can't fight."
That's what humanity is: a series of successes and failures, a testing of one's own nature and aptitude. Neither the body nor the soul can sustain such a state. Eventually it consumes a person.
"Since when don’t we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between."
I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. “Hello, Carter.”
You'd think an angel who hung around with employees of evil would be a good influence, but at times, he seemed worse than we were.
"I remember how it was when I kissed him and felt that love. It makes me want that back. I want to feel it again... other times, I'm so scared. I listen to these guys...and to Jerome...and then the doubts gnaw at me. I can't get them out of my head. We've been sleeping together, you know. Literally. It hasn't been a problem so far, but sometimes I lie awake watching him, thinking this can't last. The longer it does...I feel like...like I'm standing on a high wire, with Seth at one end and me at the other. We're trying to reach each other, but one misstep, one breeze, one side-glance, and I'll fall over the edge. And keep falling and falling."Georgina gets some relief with the arrival of Bastien, incubus and centuries-old friend. Bastien is in Seattle for an ambitious target, a conservative radio host espousing conservative family values. He wants Georgina's help in his scheme and asks her to pose as his sister. Meanwhile, Doug, her mortal friend and fellow assistant store manager, begins to behave oddly, almost as though he was on amphetamines or worse.
Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered.
I took down half of my drink in one gulp. “Sometimes I look around, and I can’t believe this is my life.”