He had always taken the simple view that the Song Angel had come from the sky somewhere, a place that was just not easy for earthbound people like himself to reach. Little’s description, however, was a bit more complicated, and he suspected that she was putting it simply for him at that. “How . . .,” he began, chasing his question around his own mind to try to get a grip on it. “How can you visit the Realm? Aren’t you banished for using your real name?” “I was never banished exactly,” said Little. “I became tied to the body I had adopted on Earth.” “But without the wings,” said Miles. “The wings are part of what people expect angels to have,” said Little. “Once I chose to bind myself to Earth, I became an ordinary girl, and the wings no longer . . . fit.” “Then how can you bring me to the Realm?” asked Miles. He was beginning to feel a little nervous at the prospect of arguing for his life in front of the mysterious Council. What would they look like?
