But his eyes say what he can’t. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn’t. He’d give up his wings for her. All she’d have to do is ask.

— Lisa Desrochers

Gabriel. This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.

— Lisa Desrochers

I feel myself implode, and all I can think about is how much I miss him. I miss curling into his arms and telling him about my day. Furthermore, I miss knowing he’ll always be mine—that no one will ever know me like he does. Furthermore, I miss his lips and his hands. Furthermore, I miss his heart and his soul. Furthermore, I miss every part of him. I feel so empty. Can a person die of emptiness?

— Lisa Desrochers

I love getting lost on purpose

— Lisa Desrochers

I’m fairly certain I’m having my first truly religious experience, and it’s probably a very bad thing that it’s happening in a church, but it’s over a sculpture. Mental note: Add idol worship to your list for confession.

— Lisa Desrochers

I really miss us, Trent.” I swallow. “I miss how I could tell you everything and how I knew you’d never judge me. I miss how safe I used to feel when you held me. I miss that you knew me better than I knew myself. Furthermore, I miss my best friend so much,” I add, as a tear rolls over my lashes. “What we did stole him from me. I want him back.

— Lisa Desrochers

SII la MIA Shiva d’more,” I purr. Her expression is guarded. “What did you say?” An amused smile pulls at my lips. “I’ll never tell.” Somehow, I don’t think she’d agree to be my love slave anyway.

— Lisa Desrochers

You never seem to run out of ways to blow my mind, Lexie. You’re my best friend, and you’re the one woman I can imagine spending the rest of my life with. Do you know how lucky that makes me?

— Lisa Desrochers