- ¿Qué pasa? ¿Por qué te ríes?
- Porque la vida es una bastarda.
- Bien, entonces supongo que encajamos perfectamente en ella.

Liraz snorted, caught off guard, and the tension between them ebbed away. "I'm sorry if my almost dying interrupted your almost kissing.

Hot, perpetually pissed-off angel seeks living pincushion for scowl practice and general stabbiness. No kissing.

Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens. I need you to remember that I love you.

Liraz was special. Specially antisocial. Spectacularly, even.

Liraz may have captured Ziri's soul like a butterfly in a bottle, but that was only a formality. It was already hers.
And, clearly, judging by the state of her laugh-sobbing in Karou's arms, hers was his, too.