BloodAngel (BloodAngel, Book 1)
Justine Musk
Language: English
Pages: 227
ISBN: B01HC9WCRA
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In downtown Manhattan, a rising young painter is haunted by disturbing dreams…
In small-town Minnesota, a teenage orphan struggles with a knowledge beyond his years—and a destiny he wants no part of…
In California, young and old, hipsters and hippies, fall under the spell of a wildly charismatic singer whose voice breaks down all barriers—including the ones between Heaven and Hell…
The fans of Asha are finding one other—and the world is running out of time.
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and now it seemed as if the bees from the front yard had taken up residence inside Ramsey’s skull, buzzing just behind his eyes. He pressed his hands to his temples but kept his eyes on Munroe, unwilling to miss even a half-second of this— —And now the backs of his shoulders no longer itched but burned, as if someone were peeling away his skin, layer by layer— The whispering stopped. Munroe’s eyes altered their blind, preternatural gleam to the colorless gaze of before. Contacts? Ramsey
weaker and more vulnerable alone. They all were. “She didn’t try to free them,” Mina said, “because she can’t. In her own way she’s as crippled as Innat. She’s confused and lost out there.” Mina’s eyes locked with his. “That’s what the others are saying.” “They’re wrong. If she’s weak, she won’t remain so.” She looked away. “Trust me, Mina. You know me better than anyone. And I know her better than anyone.” “You’ve fallen from grace. I don’t think you realize.” “I realize—” “Your own Pact
turned, saw the blue-eyed figure of Delkor Lokk, the way he must have looked before his demon went into him. He wore a blue caftan and rough sandals, his skin the texture of leather. He said, “Welcome to the wild country of your mind. It’s nice here.” “So you’ve decided to set up camp?” “Don’t worry, sweet Jess. I’m a good houseguest. I won’t leave the bathroom all stinky and messy. I won’t snoop through your most private possessions. Well . . . not all of them.” “I’m not inclined,” Jess said
woman in a fedora played Gershwin at the baby grand. Jess said, with some difficulty, “I do love you.” He downed the rest of his beer, signaled the waiter for another. “I do. I’m just not very good at it.” “You know what it’s like, sometimes, being with you?” She waited. “It’s like—it’s like standing in fucking shadow. It was intriguing at first, your aloofness and everything, but it gets old, Jess. It’s not what I want.” “But you—” She paused as the waiter set down another beer. “You know
summoning everyone, but Jess had missed it. She asked a girl, “Where’s everyone going?” The girl looked at her oddly. “It’s time.” “Time for what?” The girl shrugged. She seemed about to say something else, then changed her mind and repeated, “It’s time.” At the edge of Jess’s vision something exploded into light and flame. She wheeled toward it, but it took another moment to comprehend what she was seeing. Two of the fire-dancers were kneeling on the sand. One of them was burning. The other
