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I don't really know what brought this on, but I just got a mental image in my head and I just HAD to share it.  

I was picturing John in a bar, sitting and drinking, when this stranger comes up to him and says, "So tell me, Beautiful, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"  

John turns to him and, with a straight face, replies, "Yes.  Yes it did.  There was ... there was so much blood ... and the screams ..."  

The stranger backs away slowly, then takes off at a run.  John bursts out laughing.

I just re-read The Nephilim, because I felt like it.  I forgot how well written it was (at least for me).  

I think I like Chapter 26 (Blackbird) best.  I have a thing for heroics, I guess.  It still gives me goosebumps when I read it, and writing it brought tears to my eyes.  It's kind of ridiculous, since it's by far the shortest chapter, but it's true.  

I find it interesting that the only angels with black wings (that I've seen) are either fallen angels or evil angels.  John looks like a fallen angel, what with the piercings, tattoos, and (of course) his jet-black wings, but he doesn't act like one.  Sure, he's got a filthy mind, he's gay, he swears, and he was previously suicidal, but instead of waiting for someone else to save the day, he willingly risked the life that he'd just decided to live in order to give that girl a chance.  

The ending may have been cheesy or impractical, but there is enough tragedy in real life.  It's kind of like the movie "Stranger Than Fiction" -- I could have killed him and made the story a classic tragedy, but John was willing to risk his life to give that girl a better chance.  Isn't that the kind of person who is worth saving?  Doesn't he deserve better than a painful death?  Life may not be fair, but this is fiction.

One certain life + one certain death ==> two uncertain lives.  

It's Equivalent Exchange.

I've had an idea for a drawing for a while now.  I have this character named Kikiri.  She has black hair, just past chin length.  She has a small frame with a pixie-like face.  She has huge eyes -- sometimes I see them as blue, more often as green.  Not the grey-green of most green eyes -- grass green, maybe lime-green.  She looks small and innocent.  

She has these claws.  They're not wolverine claws or even werewolf claws. It's like her fingers extend so they're a foot and a half/two feet long and become all pointy.  Her four fingers fuse into two long claws and her thumb becomes a shorter third claw.  

In my head, I see her in a small white dress -- perhaps a frock? -- surrounded by shadows.  A light shines over her head, almost like a spotlight.  Her claws are fully extended.  One arm rests at her side.  The other is extended, hand bent as if pointing.  A butterfly has landed on her outstretched claw and she is gazing at it with a childlike wonder.  

If anyone reads this and finds themselves with the time to draw it, I would love for this image to come into being.  Heck, if several people draw it, that would be awesome.  Maybe someday, I'll see it out there.