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346 pages, Paperback
First published June 11, 2013
An inky blackness settled across the sky with millions of stars peeking through like found diamonds.
"I'm falling for you, too." My voice comes out in a soft whisper that swirls between us.
"I've tried to fight it, but it seems pointless. I can't stop thinking about you, and I'm not sure I want to."

A line of poetry drips in my mind like the blood between my fingers. William Butler Yeats, one of my favorites.Strike two:
The girl, who looks about nineteen, has burgundy hair that falls haphazardly around her shoulders. I read her tag: St. Luke’s Memorial Hospital, Julie Owen, DOB 04/04/1990, Schizotypal Personality Disorder, Dangerous. She’s older than she looks. Her dark muddy eyes are wide and her bottom lip trembles. “Is the doctor ready?” She jerks her arm and tries to pull herself free from the chair, but she is locked in restraints, just like everyone else in the room was. They were all trapped, helpless prey in the presence of a deadly predator. It made my job much easier. No one could run.Strike three:
“You don’t look dangerous,” I note, nodding toward her medical bracelet.
“I drowned my brother,” she answers simply.
I look down at the plastic ID that bracelets the boy’s wrist. “Jeremy Dixon, Paranoid Personality Disorder.” I arch an eyebrow.Aaaand I'm out.
“I’m not crazy,” he says angrily, tugging his shirt sleeve over his restraints.
“Keep telling them, buddy.”
“You don’t believe me.” His face darkens. “No one believes me.”
“Doesn’t matter who believes you.” I shift on my feet. “We’ve been looking for you.”
His eyes glint. “I knew it. No one believed me. I knew it!” He looks almost proud. “I heard the voices and I knew. I knew!”
“If you want people to believe you aren’t crazy, you might want to stop talking about ‘the voices,’” I advise him.
Warm, slick and rusty red. I should be used to being covered in blood by now, should be used to how it spills from their veins faster when they're scare, their hearts pumping liters of it out of their body in a panic


I was suffering from a reading slump. Not anymore.
Have you ever read a book so good it hurts?!
Well, I have read books like that. I've read a lot of books like that, to be honest. And this one? This one is one of those.
Penemuel (*screams* IT'S PEN) is a demon, and, as any other demon, she has no heart. She has no soul. She has no feelings... at least that's what is supposed to happen... right?
Well, no. She is nothing like that. In fact, she is de sweetest demon I've ever read about.
Michael (Yes, THE Michael) is an archangel. Brother of Lucifer himself. And he was supposed to be pretty much dead. Oh, guess what? He's back. But not 100% back. He is physically back, however he doesn't have any memories. But he's still an archangel, so he can't question Heaven, he can't think longer than he is supposed to, right?
So, Pen and Michael are different in every possible way. She is dark, he is white. She is death, he is life. She is dirt, he is purity. She is heartless, he is caring. She is a demon, he is an angel. They couldn't possibly be friends... or even fall for eachother... right?
Okay, yes. The love story was pretty obvious...But for some reason it was still really good! And the best part - there is no love triangle, there is a much better triangle: A WORLDS TRIANGLE! Pen has to decide: Heaven, Earth or Hell? Michael, herself or Az? White, gray or black?
One of the best aspects of this book is that is not really enemies or allies. There aren't any good guys or bad guys. And it makes us think - And a good book always makes us think - there is more than black or white in the world and we can make our own choice.
