"Why are you a drunkard?" Dancy asks, finally turning away from the window, swiveling around to face him. "Because you don't like hearing what the angels say, what they show you?"
"There are no g*dd*mn angels!"
"It doesn't matter what you call them," she says so calm, so confident. "My momma said they usually don't care."
(from Threshold, by Caitlin R. Kiernan)
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