She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.
“What happened to the rule of not fraternizing with the Daughters of Men?” “An excellent question.” His jaw clenches into a hard line. I don’t think I want to be around when he demands an answer to that question. “So producing children with humans gets you damned because Nephilims are a big no-no,” I say. “But anything up to that…?” He shrugs. “Apparently, they’ve decided that’s a gray zone. It could get them all burned.” Then he adds in a whisper, almost to himself, “But the fire can be tempting.” The thought of superhuman beings with human temptations and flaws sends a chill through me.