I did at times feel my good angel was looking after me.

Suddenly, for no reason Will could see, both angels looked up and in the same direction.

Angel looked in her eyes and saw that she truly did not know him.

The agent held up a photograph, and Angel looked at it.

In many ways, the angel looked little different from a mortal.

Angel looked around quickly, wondering who had followed her from the camp.

Angel was looking sadly into one cage, and I went to her.

"Unless, of course, it was God's own angels looking down and smiling on us."

This angel looked as if he was more likely to say "Welcome to the garden, have a seat" than "fear not."

The angels looked to one another and backed away.