Publisher : Feral Dream
Pages : 282
Genres : Urban Fantasy, Romance, Paranormal, Romance
Blurb from goodreads :
It's been six weeks since angels of the apocalypse descended to demolish the modern world. Street gangs rule the day while fear and superstition rule the night. When warrior angels fly away with a helpless little girl, her seventeen-year-old sister Penryn will do anything to get her back.
Anything, including making a deal with an enemy angel.
Raffe is a warrior who lies broken and wingless on the street. After eons of fighting his own battles, he finds himself being rescued from a desperate situation by a half-starved teenage girl.
Traveling through a dark and twisted Northern California, they have only each other to rely on for survival. Together, they journey toward the angels' stronghold in San Francisco where she'll risk everything to rescue her sister and he'll put himself at the mercy of his greatest enemies for the chance to be made whole again.
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Review Time!
So, I've heard a lot of good reviews on this book. I wasn't so sure though, so I borrowed it from my local library. Well, I did the right thing because this book just blew my mind. It was amazing! When I had picked up this book, I was like : Is this worth the read? Is it like the typical angel novel that's out there in the world? *Sigh* I can't get enough of this and I'm SO excited to read the second book, World After. Well, Now I have to return it back to my local library. Sadness... Just let me tell you one thing before you start reading the book, be prepared for not sleeping! It is one of those books where it'll keep you on the edge of your seat reading on and on to see what happens next.
The start wasn't slow, It started immediately with a lot of action. Reading this book was the greatest thing that's ever happened in my life so far..... The dialogue was amazing with so much sarcasm yet some parts were serious. It was like one moment I was laughing and the next I was literally waiting to see what happened next. There were so many mysteries and surprises, I was like hanging off the edge of my bed.
Penryn and Raffe. Let's talk. Their romance developed slowly. There weren't much kissing scenes or you know. That kind of stuff. But hey, let's deal with it. Angels can't hang with the humans. Haha. I love it how Susan keeps us in suspense throughout the whole book. It was mostly just world building and action, but still, all the details made it so surreal.
Now, the characters. I love Penryn. She was an amazingly, well written character. Penryn is tough and strong but at the same time, also has her own weaknesses. Raffe is also someone I love. He's just so..cool! I guess you can use that word to describe him.. But seriously, He's very well written. I love reading on and on about his feelings and the fact that he's so mysterious just makes everything so interesting.
One aspect I didn't like about this book was that we didn't really get a lot of answers to any questions that were in our head while we were reading this book. I mean, sure, yea, it's the first book. The romance didn't even develop a lot between Raffe and Penryn yet, but wouldn't some answers be appropriate?
Notable Quotes :
“I never kid about my warrior demigod status."
"Oh. My. God." I lower my voice, having forgotten to whisper. "You are nothing but a bird with an attitude. Okay, so you have a few muscles, I’ll grant you that. But you know, a bird is nothing but a barely evolved lizard. That’s what you are.”
“My friends call me Wrath,” says Raffe. “My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What’s your name, soldier boy?”
Ironically, since the attacks, the sunset have been glorious. Outside our condo window, the sky flames like a bruised mango in vivid orange, red and purple. The clouds ignite with sunset colors, and I'm almost scared those of us caught below will catch on fire too.
With the dying warmth on my face, I try not to think about anything other than keeping my hands from trembling as I methodically zip up my backpack.
I pull on my favorite boots. The used to be my favorites because I once got a compliment from Misty Johnson about the look of the leather strips laddering down the sides. She is - was - a cheerleader and known for her fashionable taste, so I figured these boots were my token fashion statement even though they're made by a hiking book company for serious wear. now they're my favorites because the strips make for a perfect knife holder.
I also slip sharpened steak knives into Paige's wheelchair picket. I hesitate before putting one into Mom's shopping cart in the living room, but I do it anyway, I slip it in between a stack of bibles and a pile of empty soda bottles. I shift some clothes over it when she's not looking, hoping she'll never have to know it';s there.
Before it gets fully dark, I roll Paige down the common hall to the stairs. She can roll on her own, thanks to her preference for a conventional chair over the electric kind. But I can tell she feels more secure when I push her. The elevator is useless now, of course, unless you're willing to rick getting stuck when the electricity goes out.
I help Paige out of the chair and carry her on my back while our mother rolls the char down three flights of stars. I don't like the bony feel of my sister. She's too light now, even for a seven year old, and it scares me more than everything else combined.
Once we reach the lobby, I put Paige back into her chair. I sweep a strand of dark hair behind her ear,. With her high cheek bones and midnight eyes, we could almost be twins. Her face is more pixie-like than mine, but give her another ten years and she'd look just like me. No one would ever get us mixed up, though, even if we were both seventeen, any more than people would mix up soft and hard, warm and cold. Even now, frightened as she is, the corners of her mouth are tipped up in a ghost of a smile, more concerned for me than herself,. i give her one back, trying to radiate confidence.
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