Celestial (Angels of Elysium, #2)

by Olivia Wildenstein

I loved this city all the more for its imperfections because it reflected the life I’d chosen, instead of the one chosen for me.

“May I know your plans?” “Live each day as though it were my last because one of them eventually will be.”

I’m a lost cause. Voluntarily and enthusiastically so.

“Because we aren’t the sum of our mistakes but the sum of how we deal with them.”

“Do I look like a predator?” Six-foot-and-a-ton-of-inches moved a little closer.

“I’ve decided to mitigate my expectations of people. It greatly lessens my disappointment.”

The archangel had ninety-nine problems but confidence in me wasn’t one of them.

“I may be on my knees, but I’m still your sovereign.”

Silence is the bane of our existence.