Neil Perry loved life. He loved seeing his friends, being able to do something, to stretch his wings like Icarus and take flight. April Astor loved death. She was stuck drifting through the world lost long enough to lose track of time. She was eager for her purpose to come to her, yet it ran away from her like a dream, always there but never probable. When he sees her, he thinks he's insane. When she sees him, she thinks she's finally found her purpose. How long till one of them falls for the one they cannot touch? __________________________________________________________________________________ "Every angel needs a counterpart, Perry. I'm just offering to be the devil for you." "You could try to be a devil, but you'll always be an angel to me."