‘We are such stuff as Dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep.’ William The Tempest.An Angel can’t sleep, leastways Gabriel can’t. Beautiful Being that he is, he must always be searching for the woman he loves, living again, and again, as Gabe Alabama born ‘poor, white trash’, the idiot, the murderer, and the US Marine, who could neither read nor write, yet who could change the seasons with a wave of his hand. Such a Being can’t sleep. He must move on, living, and dying, waiting for the One Life - and the One terrible lie! - that allows the woman to become his.