My angels are jellyfish,electric, nearly invisible,armed with poisoned harpoons.My archangels are yellow tang.They feed on sunlight.They speak through color.Anything in their paths turns blind.

You have family, only a brother you clearly don’t like to speak about. Fine. That’s all right.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “But don’t ever say dreams are a waste. It’s a miracle...

Vincent made his way closer to the group and shuffled his feet while he watched them embrace. Breccan’s head remained buried in the huddle while his large hand reached out, grabbed Vincent’s good wing, and...

And so it was that Michael built a brown castle on the peak of his mountain, Gabriel built a golden pyramid in the midst of his plain, saying it was both a holy temple in...