Wanda Pedersen’s Reviews > The Sons of Heaven > Status Update

It did not stop until safely over the border into Wales, and just outside a village with an ungodly number of Ds in its name.

However immortal we are, we still wear human shapes, live in human patterns. The values of humanity are the only ones we know. Perhaps human love is the closest we can come to the divine, all we can know of paradise.

[They were trying not to listen to Sarai either], who was attempting to sculpt cake decorations out of almond paste and indulging in blistering profanity because the work wasn't going well.