"Forged by angels." It wasn't necessarily a question. Erskine knew that in some of the other worlds represented by the Foreigners there were angels and demons--hell, Dove was an angel, wasn't she? That didn't make it any less odd to talk about them as if they existed. Not yet, anyway. Erskine had lived for four hundred years believing that angels and demons weren't real, that the only powers were sorcerers and the other magical creatures out there. Magical, not divine or infernal.

"So how does a Queen of Hell end up holding a sword forged by angels?"