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The icarus paused gracefully at the steps; all his moves were grace. “Do you come?”

Aeriel turned back to him. “I am to be your bride,” she said, not questioning. The certainty of it overwhelmed her.

The darkangel looked at her then and laughed, a long, mocking laugh that sent the gargoyles into a screaming, chattering frenzy. “You?” he cried, and Aeriel’s heart shrank, tightened like a knot beneath the bone of her breast. “You be my bride? By the Fair Witch, no. You’re much too ugly.”

From the awesome 1982 fantasy novel The Darkangel by Meredith Ann Pierce. 

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