Ashlan Thomas Quotes

Physical pain was rare for angels to feel, but I was in it. Unyielding and excruciating pain.

People will only notice how exceptionally awesome I am.

With her words, the world could spin again. It took great restraint to not unfurl my wings and fly Abby around the mountain, pronouncing to anyone with ears that she loved me. Abigail Miller loved me.

I hate that I have to say this, but you're too innocent, too trusting that the good will win out the evil in people. It's what I love about you and never wish for that to change. But evil exists, Abby, and people do bad things. You can believe in humanity, but trusting them is something different. Trust yourself and what your heart tells you.

Someone had ripped the heart right out of my chest like that creepy Indian priest rocking a skull-hat adorned with a shrunken head in The Temple of Doom. I had no idea if it was even physically possible to rip a heart out of a human chest with just a hand, but there really was no other way to explain this feeling.

I'm only sensitive in the area that counts, Sticks."
"The soft spot on your skull that never hardened?

He could have told her there was a stampede of elephants headed toward her to escape a meteor hurtling at Earth, and she wouldn't have heard anything after his smile. She was Xanderized.

A chill swept over me. "I feel like you are saying good-bye for good."
His eyes bore into mine with a surprising intensity. "No, I'll never say that word to you.

There is only one who could ever love you more than me.

It was like Jerry McGuire. I was poor, starstruck Dorothy - minus the kid and the vagina - and Ben was Show Me the Money Jerry and he never gave me a chance to have him at hello."
"I have no clue what you just said."
He waved me off. "I'm well aware, but it was a perfect comparison that shouldn't go to waste.

You will feel the burning of Hell from inside your skin, itching and painful like writhing worms burrowing into your bones. You cannot escape it, you cannot beg your way out. A day here is a hundred there. Your dirty soul will feed Lucifer and the greater demons around him for eternity. You can't be anything more than a slave.

How could Gabriel not sense it? How did I know something an Archangel didn't?
Abby had a pure soul.

Little known fact and I'd learned this one early on. Mom had two voices. One was nurturing, sweet and nice, loving and gentle. That was the voice she'd used for whoever was on the phone just now. Actually, most people were on the receiving end of that voice. Most people meaning anyone who didn't have a penis with the last name Scott.

The other, though, was reserved for her dipshit sons or anyone with a penis and the last name Scott. There was nothing sweet and loving in that tone and she had the uncanny ability to make me feel like I was four years old again and I'd just used her red lipstick to draw Iron Man on the wall. No doubt, it was our fault. We'd driven our poor mother to adopt this alternate persona over the years because we were complete and utter dipshits.

Having to do something is an obligation, a duty, a will that is not your own. Wanting to do something is a choice that requires heart, desire, a will that is yours. Those two concepts are a universe apart. I wanted to, Abby

I tugged at the bottom hem of his tank. "Why do you heart roosters?"
His brow quirked. "Really, Mags? If I need to explain this to you, you're worse off than I thought."
It took me another twenty seconds. "Oh. Cock. Got it.

Raphael had taken notice of Greg at lunchtime - it was hard not to being that he was the biggest human at school. Raphael was pleased to have a class with him. I knew this because he said so in his non-stop Gregory Johnson commentary: What astounding athletic skills that Gregory Johnson must have. Gregory Johnson could slay a battalion of enemy soldiers wielding nothing but a sword. What a pity Gregory Johnson's soul was not meant to become an angel. My hairstyle would look exceptional on Gregory Johnson. Evidently, the human-first-name-only-concept was lost to Archangels.

Flinging myself against the headrest, I glared at his knees thinking how I would like to ram his kneecaps with the Explorer. He'd probably just dent the damn metal. After a groan that I meant to be obnoxiously loud because he couldn't see my eye roll, I threw the gear back into drive. He was such a sneaky angel.

I was held together by one thread that was black and frayed, and the end of it was tied to Maggie. She had unwittingly pulled on it, loosening the already loose knitting until I was nothing more than a pile of tangled string, completely unraveled.

There was so much time lost and the Hell was over. Just when I was beginning to lose faith, Abby pulled me out of the dark.
She was my light. Pure and beautiful.

You're the only reason I exist.

I've never said hello to a pretty girl alone in the woods at night with my pants unzipped, holding my dick. You, Caleb?'
'Can't say that I have. But I have said hello by breaking arms before. It has the unfortunate side effect of impairing one's ability to hold their dick.'
'That sounds painful,' Xander observed.
Caleb said, 'Ah. That would explain the screaming.

This demon was going to bring me to that creature? Hell to the no.

If you fall apart, it's a bad omen for the rest of the couples on Earth.

I'll let you get back to sweating and grunting."
"You probably shouldn't leave then.

I don't want to talk anymore," I mumbled.
A throaty sound rumbled above me. "That is wise. This time should be spent eating, fattening you up. How anyone as scrawny as you can walk is commendable.

I am speaking English, correct? I ask because sometimes I speak another language without meaning to.

Between you and me, it's nice to have it affirmed now and again. It's good to keep your skills up to par, don't you agree?

I swore with his newfound love of bathing, I would see Isaac in human clothes next. If he started wearing skinny jeans, I would have to intervene.

The girl was a walking heartache and there was no doubt she could break what little of me there was left.

Her head swung around as if it had become detached from her spine. "My God! Your brother is HOT!"
Calista shook her head and looped an arm around the woman's waist. "Yes, he is. I'll be sure to tell my family you thought so."
"It doesn't count when they're drunk. House rule," I complained.

The life I had known scattered like the ashes of my wings, to be born again in the pure light of Abby's love.

Good God!" Lids sliding closed, he moaned. I think I was witnessing a foodgasm and it was far too similar to another gasm I never wanted to hear from my father.
I should avert my eyes. This shit would scar me.

Seeing you like this tonight makes me think of how much I want to marry you. Me in a tux, and you in a gorgeous dress with the hair and makeup and sparkles and heels. A beautiful reception where we share our first dance as husband and wife. And afterward, the seal between us will become permanent under God. Our wedding night will be the best night of my existence. It was foolish of me to assign it so quickly, but you make me do foolish things.

I wasn't all that sure God existed because there was no explaining why He hated me so much. It wasn't as though He'd learned not to like me; it was more like one of those insta-hates that only intensified without any reason. And He loved screwing me over. Like it was His favorite pastime or something. Like He really had nothing else better to do than fuck with my life. Just when I thought there wasn't one more obstacle He could throw my way, He proved me wrong.
More than God loved screwing me over, He really loved proving me wrong.

Seeing the future was not a gift afforded to the Archangels.

My focus went to one spot. The spot where we knelt and called the Second Choir, praying for them to save her, only to be denied again.

I just looked at the parts above the knees to below your neck if that helps.

Her pain was so unexpected, so raw, and deep, a penetrating, all-encompassing pain. It was no longer her pain, but ours. Whatever her thoughts were, brought tears to her eyes, lips trembled, and her fists clenched as though she were ready to crumble into ash. It was impossible to stop my own tears from coming. What I wouldn't give to take this ache from her.

My apologies. To kiss you now was inappropriate. But gladly, I would kiss you again.

I heard if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything. Let me tell you, I've always hated that saying.

My prince was clueless as to why I had returned, believing I was merely on Earth to rip the innocence away from those that held it as precious as air. He would be forced to acknowledge me as an equal, sitting next to me, instead of looking down upon his lowly subject. Finally, I would have my day by the Dark King's side. I would prove to the High Court that a lord was capable of feats that brought Heaven to its knees.

I wanted to do whatever was necessary to encourage your short dresses.'
I nodded. 'My legs and butt thank you.'
A wry grin slid over his lips. 'They are most welcome.

No, I'm quite certain. And for the past two hundred years, I've dreamed of nothing but your lips. I would wait another two hundred years if you demanded, and I would spend every minute of every waking hour, begging you for my sweet relief.

Always one to accept a compliment graciously, Wright.

I have to keep up appearances. I do roll with angels now.

The second issue, which was a big one, her hands shook like she had DTs. I was tempted to go to the liquor store and get her a bottle of Jack to calm her down. The rest of her body was completely still except at the wrists. Strangest thing I'd ever seen.
Vibrators for hands.

Next time more baritone in your voice, Abigail Miller, you made me sound like a chipmunk.

A hand was on my chest, under my clothing. The hand was hot, large, and definitely touching more than anyone without a medical degree had ever touched.

What was wrong with these angels tonight? Did they eat bad manna or something?

The girls were riveted by Georgia's lecture on the importance of sports bras and the dangers of the uni-boob, double busting, slippage, unsightly bulges, and my personal favorite, head lighting. I thought she made valid points and I would never have guessed that bouncing boobs were so problematic.

The desire intensified, burned, and consumed us until we let go of the world shattering around us. We surrendered and fell into the sweet abyss of love, our souls entwined, never to be broken on Earth or in Heaven. We were, and forever would be, as one.

For the second time today, I left her, both of us broken, only halves of one soul that yearned to fit together.

Did you know I've been in love with you, your entire life? Did you know I truly believe you were made for me, a part of me, our fates bound together? Your heart, albeit weak, was meant for me and only me.

I was turning into one of those ABC Afterschool Specials that we were forced to watch as kids.

He could see what I hadn't until now. She was my weakness and he would exploit it by doing what I could not. He would have her. He would kill her.
But what if I could have her? What if I could make her mine?
Only mine.

No one was coming to save me. I was alone. I welcomed the darkness to take me, and I closed my eyes to this world.

She had no idea how much I wanted to make her my wife, no clue as to how many nights I fell asleep with that image on my mind.

There was a term that gave little meaning to what coursed through us. What we felt went beyond words, beyond understanding. But if love was the only way to describe what I felt for her, then I would say I loved her until my final breath.

Abby was my reason for being. God had a purpose for her and I was a part of it, I must be. Together we would fulfill His Design. I knew it to be true with every cell coursing through me. Abby belonged to me.

Strange that I knew it would end this way. Not in battle, but in a dirty alley, alone, hiding among the filth like the coward I was.
My poetic ending.

You are the missing piece to make me human. I feel it, coursing through me. I have no doubts. You were made for me, we were meant to be one.

While you may be by yourself, alone you are not. It was not an act of coincidence you have been given four Guardians. Nor was it a coincidence I answered the prayers of your Guardians. Your purpose has yet to be revealed. We are not meant to understand His Design, but rest assured, He is with you. He is watching. He has not abandoned you.

I threw the notebook at his head; he didn't even have the courtesy of flinching at the tiny pissed-off human.

Oh, you poor angel. I know I joke, but I think perhaps you are a few feathers short of a wing.

Did you know your dancing is atrocious? I seriously think there is something wrong with your inner ear. No other human moves so unnaturally to music.

He looked like Heaven, and he would soon be all mine.

No, Xander. Not this time. You don't lie to someone you're in love with. You don't keep secrets from each other. But you do. You don't trust me. You went inside my head and took something from me and you think it's okay. It's not! I'm not your human pet who you can do whatever you want with.

Yes, when the man you're in love with is breaking up with you, this is the typical human female response." I waved frantically at myself. "Hysterical crying on the side of the road, yelling at an invisible, glowing giant.

My grin tipped up on one side. "I'm sorry. Who asked about the television screens in my truck?"
Her lush lips thinned. "And how long did it take you to pick out the watermelon? Thirty minutes?"
"Twenty-nine," I shot back. "And it's the best fucking watermelon I've ever had. Worth every minute."
A single brow quirked. "You want a medal?"
I leaned over the counter and she met my stare. I wasn't sure what was happening, but it seemed like the air cracked with electricity, heating my skin, quickening my pulse. This couldn't be normal. Maybe I was getting sick. I'd overheated in all of the seventy-eight degrees outside. Yeah, that had to be it.
"I'd love one."
It was so fast, I almost missed it. Her gaze dipped to my mouth before dropping to the island again. "There isn't any more room on your shelf for one more medal."
"I'll just put up another shelf."
"I'm sure you would.

You really thought my Superman T-shirts were cute?

I shattered our hearts and left her to mourn the pieces.

With the strength of a vow, I knew this woman was made for me, she belonged with me, and hers were the only lips I was meant to kiss. She was the only woman I would dream of when I closed my eyes. When she smiled, the sun shone brightly, warming me, and when she cried, the Heavens rained on my soul. I would guard her and protect her, our souls forever linked in life and death.

Oh, I liked the beard. It covered more of your face.

Are you trying to cram the whole week into her mouth right now? Don't your tongues ever get tired?

Why do you have to be so damn wonderful all the time? Especially now!"
"I can't help it. I am what I am.

I have been tied up, my apologies, Abigail Miller." He chuckled deeply at his corny joke and I would have rolled my eyes, but considering he just took an epic fall, I let him have this one.

Her gaze collided with mine and it was as though she saw through me, my secrets, what I was. The pull between us was tangible, like gravity on Earth, and I knew this wasn't chance. Abigail belonged to me and I to her. It was a knowledge in my soul that had been there and I foolishly had denied myself.

In case I forget to tell you, this was the best night of my existence.

Today would rank as one of the stupidest things I'd done, taking the place of indoor stair skiing.

Nothing in my life could prepare me for the utter devastation that three-letter word held at this moment. He had given his heart to another. Another broken promise, the one that carried the most hurt.

Andy said something about angels aren't suitable superheroes, especially English ones. That was all it took and Calista ripped into him. She went on and on about angels and what we've done for the Earth and humanity since the dawn of Creation. Andy snapped back that having wings doesn't make you all that great, and she's nothing more than a molting light flitting around in the sky like a wannabe Tinker Belle. Calista slammed her hand down on the granite, smashed it to bits, and called him a small man who she could crush just as easily. I think he peed his pants!

Love with all of your soul.
Hold onto only those deserving of your heart.
Fall for nothing less than the happy ever after.
FHL

Confusion and shame rode me hard, and as much as I knew it was wrong, I needed to keep a distance from her. I couldn't care about her. Maggie was temporary, and when she was gone, that hole I desperately tried to patch over would rip right back open. There was no point in letting her in.

It's a dirty, dirty job, Abby, but I'm up to the challenge." A wag of his brows and a wicked grin had me laughing at his innuendo.

You would deprive the world of this face?

I made a snap decision between pink and black. I didn't want to seem like a pervert digging around in your lingerie drawer.'
'No, you're a pervert for gawking at me from below the neck to above my knees.

Do you typically wear men's clothes or is that an American thing?

I brought you to a remote mountain to take advantage of you.'
Tightening his hold around me, he rumbled, 'I wasn't complaining.

I'm sorry, is there a revival of Shakespeare's Caesar I don't know about.

I'm gonna make you hairless where God didn't intend.

It's fine. I use foul language and you bust up small mountains." I examined the rubble around us. "We each have our coping mechanisms.

Leaning back, she studied me, knuckles brushing along my jaw. "You've turned into a man overnight, it seems. Just yesterday, this face was three years old with a samurai turtle Band-Aid on your cheek."
"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Mom. Way more awesome than samurais."
"You're right. Ninjas have masks and nut chucks."
Any other time I would have laughed. "Nunchakus."
"I know, but you definitely did some damage to your nuts that I think you should get checked out before you have children. I meant to tell you years ago.

When you can talk without losing a lung, I'll let you go chase after hotties in your backless hospital gown. I'm sure the entire third floor would love to see yours and Victoria's secrets.

We'll put your brains back in, then snap his wings."
"Can't we just skip to the end right now?"
Xander's head bobbed up and down, eyes bright. "Hell yes.

Oh, Raphael. Maybe just kill it next time instead of skinning it?"
He looked to his hands and flicked the thick liquid off. "My apologies, Abigail Wright. It has been quite some time since I dispatched a demon. I became carried away. I will try to remember your request for a cleaner kill."
A second wave of bile rose. I couldn't stop looking at it. "Thanks, Raphael, me and my stomach would be grateful.

I'm not judging you. If you want to take a break to look at tree dicks, we'll take one.

Well, if I came any earlier, I would have missed the nudie-show. Thank goodness for good timing.

Well, a bikini is even less clothing, that won't help, but go ahead and change.

The impossible happened. Your stomach is full.

Isaac sat up in bed and glared at Nathan. I think he wanted to kick him out or smother Nathan with a pillow. Either way, I couldn't blame him.