Mateo Lux runs a portrait studio on the edge of Never’s Chinatown, where his enchanted camera captures more than just the living. Known for offering comfort to the grieving and stirring desire in the lonely, he trades in moments that blur the line between heaven and something far more human.

An angel with roots in ancient Latin American divinity, Mateo walks the line between miracle and temptation. He is equal parts sacred and indulgent — Granting blessings, stirring hearts, and keeping his deeper truths well hidden.

It has always been the task of Good and Holy Angels to carry out divine vengeance. But how does one smite with the Wrath of God when the sin is that of loving the wrong person? A question for the ages, and one which Solomon, as he’s now known, has no intention of answering any time soon. Over twenty years ago, a silver-tongued demon let slip the most selfless of casual utterances with far-reaching consequences. Once an angel of retribution, Solomon found himself in Never, bereft of his identity save a new name, a cause, a purpose: get the disjointed stories rattling around in his brain out of it, and into the world. The truth, as he knows it, in black and white for a world that was anything but. Unbeknownst to this bookbinding amnesiac, the cause of his forgetfulness lingers on the edges of town, watching from afar, ever wary of threatening the tenuousness of Solomon’s mental state and safety. After all, isn’t it better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all?