“What's he like?”
“Who? God?”
He nodded.
For the first time, Doriel looked almost afraid. “I don't know. I've never met Him. I don't want to meet him.”
He frowned. “Why not?”
She fumbled for a moment, trying to voice concepts she had no words for. “Would you want to meet the President of the United States?”
“Well, no. But I think he's an asshole.” He frowned. “Is God an asshole?”
She shook her head. “No. He's...God. You have no idea, Nate, how much power He has. He created the world. Created me and thousands of angels. I wasn't born. I have no parents. I sprang into being full-formed, with no other desire than to please Him. He could erase me from existence with the slightest thought. And I would praise Him as He did.
“If an angel gets the attention of God, she has made a very bad
