It’s an endless task, always has been. These days, His messages are scrawled on to the walls of cities, carved into bathroom stalls, sprayed over billboards, and in any other corner they belong, where the people who need to see it will. Then the devils come rolling in to call it vandalism, paint it over, and Gabriel begins his job anew. It’s an endless task, always has been. But angels are just as endless, tireless, deathless.
We looked at each other. And it occurred to me that despite his faults, which were numerous and spectacular, the reason I’d liked Boris and felt happy around him from almost the moment I’d met him was that he was never afraid.