Fallen Angel "How could I appropriately address such an angel?" he murmured, unable to take his eyes off Her as she threw back her head to release a silvery, delicate giggle. The bartender snorted, the sound harsh and abrasive to his ears, flinging her stringy blonde hair over her shoulder. "She's as human as you or me. Now grow a pair and go and talk to her. I'm sure she'd enjoy your company."

Words of the Heart You looked at me with those dark, laughing eyes of yours and told you wouldn't be gone for long and that I shouldn't worry. You said that you and the rest of the lads would send Napoleon packing in no time at all and that you would be back again by Christmas, weighed down with treasure and smothered in glory. Well, it is Christmas; two years later...