in the corner , there was a cage where a black angel was sleeping , her wings curled against her back . `` because it wo n't come this side of the grave . '' his words really did n't sink in . `` my mother died in the field . after everything that happened last night with the possessed human , all of us were out late . i said , slapping an instrument tray off one of the small tables and taking a step toward the ginger . `` she does not have long to live . 