Rosaline’s Comments (group member since Mar 07, 2015)

Rosaline’s comments from the Penryn and the End of Days Re-Read group.

Helloooooooooo Susan! :D I'm Rosaline and I'm a teenaged super-spy student. :)
I read any genre as long as it's fiction. I like books with strong and capable heroines. (That's one of the reasons I love Angelfall!) I prefer prints, definitely! But I'm forced to read a lot of ebooks.
I'm a HUGE fan of your books; the world, the action, the humor, the Raffe, they are all amazing. I love spending time in Penryn's head! She's THE BEST! And I love you, her<3 and Raffe to death. I also think you're very cool. I know this because I've read your books! :D

Some of my questions have already been answered. I think Penryn's mother is very well written. (And unintentionally funny at times! Hehe! The emergency-exit lady!) Was writing her difficult compared to the other characters? And was she as tricky as Raffe?
Were any of the characters or scenes inspired from real life?
Are you planning to write any more books after Penryn and the End of Days *sobs* is over? Maybe another series as awesome as this one? Because you cannot leave us alone!
And lastly, can I maybe, kind of, add you as a friend? *shy smile*
Thank you for these amazing books. <33333

PS: I have a lot of respect for authors who don't rate their own books!
PSS: Please don't break my heart with End of Days. I NEED a good ending! PLEASE!
PSSS: I envy you your writing! ;)

Ok, ok, I'm going to shut up now!

(Sorry! I think I've taken up half the page!)

Ileana wrote: "Rosaline wrote: "I have so many favorite scenes and a lot of them are mentioned above.
But I love it when Penryn kicks butt, and this particular butt-kicking scene left my heart dancing all over t..."



I know, right? It was beautiful. But Penryn CAN beat an angel with his sword! Well with a little help from Pooky Bear, of course! ;D

I have so many favorite scenes and a lot of them are mentioned above.
But I love it when Penryn kicks butt, and this particular butt-kicking scene left my heart dancing all over the place. :)




He almost smiles at my knife as if that just adds more fun. He raises an eyebrow when he sees that I’m holding it like I know how to use it. But his sword stays untouched in its scabbard as if this massacre and brawl don’t merit the use of his sword.
His eyes are focused on my knife and face. Easy to do since my hands are up near my face in a fighter stance.
But my heel is still on my back foot, several inches higher than my front foot. No way can I have decent footwork limping around like this. So I do the only thing I can do.
I kick him in the face point blank with my high heel.
He wasn’t expecting that.
The angel flies back off the stage.
“It really is you,” says Raffe.
He’s staring at me, stunned. His fist is mid-air but paused in the middle of pummeling the hell out of Beliel who is bloody and staggering.
He starts a slow smile that melts my bones.
Beliel interrupts the moment by butting him in the head.
Raffe staggers back.
Beliel takes a good look at me. He smiles like he now knows a secret. His teeth are covered in blood dripping from his gums.
He jumps off the stage, sweeping his wings.
Raffe leaps and grabs Beliel’s leg. He yanks back, keeping him from taking flight. Raffe is about to get his wings back.
I yank off my remaining shoe, ready to dive in and help him.
Before I can move, though, the bloody angel I kicked off stage drags himself back up from the mass of seething bodies.
Boy, does he look pissed.
My heel caught him in the nose, which now looks exploded on his face. His once festive mask is now like something out of a horror flick.
I back away, quickly glancing at Raffe. He’s pulling with all his might to keep Beliel from flying off. This is the perfect opportunity to get his wings back. Who would question one more act of brutality among so many? He might not get a chance this good again.
Raffe glances over at me and our eyes meet.
The wind blows my hair across my face and billows my split dress around my legs.
I’m not sure which is more mortifying—that my thigh-high nylons are showing all the way to their tops or that my fairy wings are fluttering in the wind right before a fight.
My opponent draws back his fist for a punch that may flat-out kill me if it connects.
I get ready to deflect and stab. I tell myself I can take him on but I can’t escape the fact that I will only be delaying the inevitable. I know when I’m outgunned.
His fist comes flying at me.
Before I can react, it’s deflected by a forearm just as big as his. Raffe punches him so hard, he lands flat on his back and stays there.
Beliel, poised on the edge of the stage, watches us with his bloody grin as if he likes what he sees.
He leaps into the air.
On Beliel’s back, Raffe’s beautiful snowy wings beat back and forth. Once, twice. Waving a graceful goodbye.