Regan has been having the same dream for weeks now; the cloaked figures, the field of flowers, the end of the world... but when her dreams become the worst sort of reality, she finds she has to rely on people she never would have expected to fulfill a prophecy written out thousands of years before her time. That... or the world as she knows will end. Forever.

So the guy I've been stalking for the past few weeks fell from the heavens, landed on top of me and nearly killed me. That's fate telling us we're supposed to be together, right? He doesn't seem to think so. / Reviews returned

Love comes in many forms, not all of which we fully understand. For Theophilus Slattery, love is understood on a human level with the idea of Agape Love being an incomprehensible concept. Until one fateful day when he is rescued by one of God's angels. As the two come to know one another, they both come to have a better understanding of real, unconditional love-Agape Love.

Maybe cockroaches have more ambitions than we think

That burning wasteland is always happening now for me – because it's inside my own head. My own mind, laid bare for me to see, events replaying themselves constantly. The present before the past, the past before the present, everything happening at the same time. I remember the moment in the claw in the heart of the wasteland, where the air slices to the touch. Where I see it all.