The night started out quiet at Darks. I held up my side of the bar, between filling drink orders, and Ithuriel held up his on his stool. To the Mortals present, we looked just like they did. I, lean, light haired, grey eyed, dressed in an ancient Adam Ant tour tee shirt. Ithuriel, my opposite, with long dark hair braided prudishly down his back, dressed in jeans and a button down shirt.
Two guys chatting the evening away. Not what we were at all. Not ever.
There you go. That's the first two paragraphs of the book. I think, at the end of it, the title is going to be Speak My Name.