As half-angel Willow strives to save the world from her parasitic otherworldly kin, romance and tension heat up to a climactic finale. [Tweet this!]
In the devastated remains of the world, millions of people live in “refugee” camps provided by the angels who have all but enslaved humanity. As this angelic stranglehold tightens, Willow and Alex are recruiting and training new Angel Killers while struggling to hold ground on the celestial battlefield. But Willow continues to have feelings for Seb, and her love and resolve are tested as a shattering revelation sends Alex on a separate journey. Now that the final battle versus the angels is about to begin-and the fate of the world hangs in the balance-each of them must face the consequences of their own choices. Will love endure? [Tweet this!] Will the human race survive?
And now, here’s an excerpt!
(Ever since Alex left to go on a secret mission, Willow’s been feeling an increasing sense of dread.)
My words tumbled out. “Seb, listen—when Alex left he started to say something about the earth’s energy field. What was that about, do you have any idea?”
“The earth’s energy field?” Seb repeated. I felt his sudden alarm as he reached past me to shut the door. “I don’t know…unless he thinks he can use it against the angels, maybe.”
The earth’s energy was chaotic, untamed. Trying to harness it would be…I swallowed hard. “But that’s crazy.”
Seb didn’t deny it. “Oh, madre mia, I knew we should have gone with him,” he muttered, pressing his fists against his forehead. “I could feel that he was lying about something –”
I froze. “He was?”
Seb looked startled. “Willow, I thought you must know – that he was only lying to the rest of us! The sense of it was buried, yes, but . . .”
“No! He told me to trust him – he asked me not to read him!” I closed my eyes and quickly found Alex’s warm, familiar presence. He was still driving; he was all right. For now.
But when I opened my eyes, the dread crashed through me again like the tide. There was no way that I could just stay here and wait for his return—absolutely no way.
My heart was beating fast. “So, um—thanks,” I said to Seb, backing up a step. “I’ve got to go now.”
His face was taut with concern. He touched my arm. “Willow—”
“I’ve got to go.” I opened the door and stepped out into the corridor—and suddenly I was running for the garage as fast as I could, my sneakers pounding against the cement.
“Willow!” I heard Seb call.
I rounded a corner and collided with Sam. “Hey, whoa!” He grabbed me by the arms. “What’s going on?”
“Let me go!” I tried to shake him off; he held on tighter.
“No way, not until you tell me what’s happening!”
I was almost crying. “I’ve got to go after him! I’ve got to. Something’s wrong, Sam, really wrong!”
Seb caught up just as Sam let go of me, frowning. “Yeah,” he said, almost to himself. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, you’re right. OK, I’m coming, too.”
I hadn’t expected this, and the relief was enormous. With two of us driving, we could make better time. “We’ve got to hurry,” I said. Somehow I knew Alex wouldn’t take many breaks, even though he hadn’t slept.
Sam nodded. “Grab what you need. Meet me in the garage in fifteen minutes.”
“I’m going, too,” put in Seb.
“No, you’re not,” Sam said curtly. “We can’t all go; who’s gonna run the goddamn base?”
Seb glanced at me, his muscles tense—and my fear multiplied as I realized that he wanted to be there for me.
He was afraid of what might happen if we were too late.
“Seb, you’ve got to stay – you’ve got our classes to teach, and Liz can’t do everything on her own,” I said in a rush, thinking I’d say anything to keep him here—anything to keep from sensing his fear the whole long drive.
He started to protest and then stopped, his eyes scanning mine. “Yes, fine,” he said tightly.
All at once I felt clammy with cold. “And, Sam, listen—tell Liz not to mention to Alex that we’re coming when he checks in.”
Sam nodded grimly. Alex would not be thrilled if he found out. He might even deliberately try to lose us. Whatever his reasons for not wanting us there, they weren’t going to magically disappear if he heard we were on our way.
“Fifteen minutes,” Sam said again.
I was already jogging down the corridor. “Make it ten,” I called back.
L. A. Weatherly is the author of the bestselling Angel series, as well as almost 50 other books for children and teenagers. She’s originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and lives in Hampshire, England with her husband. Her books have been translated into over 10 different languages.
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