he never came for her. There was a time when all Kleio had to do was think of Calliel and he’d appear, a glorious winged warrior with piercing silver eyes and hair as golden as the sun.
of a button, whatever bond had linked them to one another had been severed, setting her adrift.
and live as one among them. They called her Daphne, like the tiny pink and white flowers that had once bloomed in her courtyard. At first she’d argued that her name was Kleio. Whenever she did, her new family would give her that
sad, mournful look and a smile meant to pacify, then go right back to calling her Daphne.
Calliel. What had become of him, of their son, Athanatos? She’d given her soul to save her boy. Why then was she suddenly free?
minds of today, they’d been no better than monkeys, running around swinging wooden clubs.
imprisoned in a home she could never call her own, living with a family who insisted on addressing her by someone else’s name.
“We’ll have to leave soon if we’re going to beat the Christmas rush.”
easier. Joyce and Theo had taken her in, given her a home, helped her recover from her injury. The least she could
do to repay them was allow them to believe their daughter had survived the car crash and her subsequent coma.
deceased woman’s body. No wonder they’d looked at her as though they’d seen a ghost.
little. You always begged me to take you to Union Square so you could see the Christmas tree.” Joyce watched Kleio for a reaction, hoping against hope that a memory would miraculously unfurl in her mind.
better than most the agony of wishing for something that could never be. “We can pass by and see it, if you like.”
didn’t finish her sentence.
the distance, blocking all traces of the sun. Funny, the forecast hadn’t called for a storm today.
around in steel boxes, catapulting forward at inhuman speed?
her from a two-hundred-foot plunge into San Francisco Bay. The three-mile long suspended bridge always sent ice chips skittering along her spine, and today was no exception.
the woman’s misconception. What could she say?
snatched the air from her lungs. “Turn back.”
“A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri
Cal has loved and mourned his wife for six thousand years. Now, fate has seen fit to resurrect her, but Cal is unwilling to risk his mission…or his heart. Kleio is the reason he fell, the reason he damned all of mankind, and he fears if he lets her in, history will repeat itself. But her loneliness matches his own, and emotions he thought he buried ages ago keep rearing up within him. If he’d not careful, he may very well end up falling all over again.
“Inner Demons” by Julia Brennan
Cal is an angel battling both inner and outer demons, and no matter what it costs him, he can’t stop fighting. This is a battle he can’t afford to lose because he is humanity’s only hope.
“Angel” by Theory of a Deadman
Kleio and Cal are worlds apart, as different as the earth and sky, and yet they challenged the heavens to be together. Cal thinks loving Kleio makes him weak, that he’ll fail to fulfill his mission because he’s unable to let her go. As for Kleio, she’s loved Cal for ages, blinded by his light. Her love was selfish, robbing him of his wings and his grace. To save the world she helped curse, she much find the willpower to finally set him free.
“Let’s Hurt Tonight” by One Republic
Cal and Kleio’s love has brought them nothing but pain, and yet they can’t seem to walk away from it. It’s in their blood, in their veins. When it comes to their relationship, love and pain are so intricately linked, they can’t experience one without the other.
Human by Christina Perri
This song could have been written for Kleio. She longs to be worthy of Cal, to be the warrior he needs her to be. She’s willing to go into battle with him, to shoulder the weight of the world alongside him, to help him restore balance to a universe overrun by darkness. But she’s only human, and this fight will eventually break her.