"Why should I choose to wait any longer when I KNOW someone wants me, appreciates me, sees me as something other than a wayward child to be brought back to the flock and squashed under His thumb?" Uriel questioned as he fit the key in the lock.

Pushing the door open, Uriel had to hold back a gasp. Before him was one of the most beautiful libraries he had ever had the fortune of setting foot in. Books lined the walls, ancient maps and illuminated manuscripts sat out on tables, chairs invited one to sit and stay, and banked fireplaces kept the room warm while a healthy dose of magic prevented them from damaging the books in any way.