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321 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2013
Angels-real ones-don’t exist. Maybe. Or not.
Angels don’t exist. They never had. Dr. G had made me see that during our therapy sessions. And yet, three months, twelve days, and fifteen hours after my release, there they were. Again.
I belonged, well, I wasn’t sure where I belonged- maybe the loony bin- but my place sure as hell wasn’t with the angels.
I was beginning to learn it didn’t matter what I did, I couldn’t escape the crazy. It was part of me. It was who I was.
My life now depended on being able to see the angels.
Why should I care what way Cassie looked at him? I didn’t even like him. Really, I didn’t…Right. It wasn’t Cassie’s Cassie’s fault. It was Cam’s. Because of that crooked thing he does with his lip when he’s concentrating too hard.
Great, now I was staring.
Footsteps clacked down the hall…Those cool, black feathers contoured to my skin. I stiffened…I splayed my hand…”So soft”, I pressed my cheek against them, rubbing it up and down.
He watched me and shook his head. “You’re so gone.”
“Don’t complain. Statistically, it’s the safest way to travel.”
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"Angel of God, my Guardian dear, to whom His love commits me here, ever this day (or night) be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide.I still pray that at night and I can't sleep if I didn't plus I get monsters in my dreams if I forgot to pray to my Guardian Angel. So you might be wondering why the heck am I telling all this things to you in my review?
Amen."