“I’m not an angel. I don’t live in heaven or play a golden harp or have heart-to-heart conversations with the Almighty.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“One minute you’re a happy fourteen-yearold—good at everything you try, popular, fun—the next you’re a freak with wings” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I am amazed at how being with him changes everything for me, socially speaking.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Again," I whisper. The corner of his mouth lifts, and then I kiss him. Not so gently this time. His hands drop from my… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“In fact, I've essentially given up on the idea of flight altogether and accepted that I'm going to be an angel-blood who stays earthbound,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“As your abilities begin to grow, your angelic side will start to manifest itself in more noticeable ways." "My angelic side. Great. Like I… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“You do know we're officially the talk of the town," I say to Tucker. He might as well have taken a marker to my… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Tucker snorts. "Sage is a fighter, it spreads over the land like wildfire, sucking up all the water, the nutrients in the earth, until… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I guess I always knew that our time together would be fleeting. Ephemeral.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept, just in… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I should have fought for you, Clara, even if I would have had to fight you to fight for you. I should have never… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
