Angel

“When I heard the Faith Lehane was back in town, I didn’t feel I could pass up the chance to meet you.”

“I don’t control the magic. But it does do me favours sometimes. It’s becoming alive, Angel. A little more every day.”

“Something tells me we took a wrong turn.”

“What sort of catastrophe is dropping on us this time? The face-eating demon from the poison dimension? A steampunk spaceship full of talking cockroaches? Amway salesmen?”

“Do you really want me bumbling around on my own with dynamite and a cigarette lighter, or do you want to help?”

“I just want to look him in the eye and see what I get back.”

“You’re out rather late, aren’t you ladies?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything. The magic did.”

“Magic Town is deciding what it’s going to be. We need to nudge it in the right direction.”

“‘Glad to see you, Angel’ aren’t words I thought I’d ever hear come out of your mouth.”

“I saved a guy from pixies last night.”

“I figured out a long time ago that if there’s no bigger meaning, the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world.“

“Stop fighting Angel. I’m finishing what you didn’t. What you didn’t have the cojones to do. This has to happen. It’s for the best.”