"But you love me."
"Yeah, I do. I probably always will. But maybe that’s not enough. I have to move on. We can’t do this. I think maybe... I don’t know. I think something good could happen with me and Maddie. In some ways, she’s like you, only—"
And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty.
Seth Mortensen gave us a whole new definition of the word tactful.
I could talk about the plot, about the characters, about the writing, but saying that those were the things that struck me would be a lie.
shocked upset pissed off by Seth's speech that nothing useful - or coherent - comes to my mind.
Except, maybe, that Richelle has the wonderful - yet infuriating - ability to create worlds whose rules I intensely hate - as in, angels can't love a particular person because their love is all and only for God. Which is kind of logical, but it still upsets me.
Also, I think Dante is going to be an interesting character and I can't wait to see more of him in the next books.