“You say all those things, and now I feel like I’m falling.” “Falling?” “Falling from up above, from Andromeda.” He hugged the basket in his hands and felt shivers rock him. “Falling because the weight of your words is too much, it’s too much. I think I’ll burst like a star.” “You are a star, brother,” Gabriel teased, then took Lucifer’s face in a palm, swiped away a tear with his other hand. “Father told me. He said, ‘Look at my morning star. My Lucifer.’”
