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The storm broke out just as Nick gave up trying to find his way out of the forest. He still had no idea where to go, but he had thought escaping this god forsaken forest of doom would be a great start. It was worst than a maze, though. Try finding your way out of the woods when every freakishly tall black tree looked the same, and when you felt like you’d been walking on the same patch of dried up brown leaves for hours. Try finding the North with no sun or moon; just this depressing dark gray
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Thanks for your honesty, and for taking the time to leave a review. In this chapter, Cyan does explain that he went to see Nick after the whole battle went down, and 'Nick' basically told him to leave him alone. Cyan didn't know that was really Malachy speaking, so he thought his friendship with Nick was kind of over. I don't think of Malachy as evil, I think of his character as way more ambiguous than that. The path he's following isn't that clear and there's still room for surprises. But I'm not forcing anyone to read.
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Thank you! You're right about the power, about how he feels about it, but also about how much he'll need it. Bigger fish to fry indeed.
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Yeah becoming a Reaper would mean he could go back to Earth. He feels like the tournament's his best bet right now and I guess he doesn't really know what else to do... Plus he's got no idea how bad Sasha's doing right now.
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Hell and Purgatory had one thing in common: you could lose track of time completely. No daytime or nighttime. No morning, no afternoon. You never knew how much time had passed. A minute, an hour, a day, or a week. It could drive you crazy. Nick wondered how long it had been for Sasha down there on Earth since their reunion in that stall below Raven’s night club. What Sasha had been doing while Nick got his strength back and started training with Cyan and Jun for the next Reaper tournaments. Ju
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Rebecca dragged on the suspense a few minutes longer before revealing herself to Malachy. She stepped forth in the middle of the wrecked living room, the floor creaking in protest under her silver stilettos. Her one shoulder dress was skin-tight as it stretched down to the middle of her thighs. A pure white dress. Her sleek locks looked very gold in comparison. She had a jasmine flower clipped in her hair, and an emerald green silk scarf around her neck. Her bluer than blue eyes studied him. A
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You, my friend, are pretty good at figuring Malachy out
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Yeah, I thought it was interesting to let people try to guess if Shay and Malachy had been lovers or not If you go back to chapter 2, Gabriel explains how he blacked out and killed Sasha's parents himself, remembering blurry bits of it later. Sasha just assumed it was Malachy's work and Gabriel never had the heart to tell him the truth. Hope this helps : )
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Kyle was on the phone with Jackson, giving him instructions on how to feed his tropical fish. Malachy looked out the third floor window. The sun was slowly glowing down the Manhattan skyline, shooting rays of pink and orange. The moon, round and white and perfect, was already visible in a patch of cloudless sky. “And don’t forget to turn off the fish tank light!” Kyle put down his phone on the coffee table. Next to their empty bowls of pasta. Kyle had said it was better to eat meat before the
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Nick stirred awake and his first reflex was to pet a still sleeping Koda. He let his fingers trail across the husky’s soft dark fur. Koda had been keeping him company ever since he’d gotten away from Purgatory. He was startled when he realized three people were standing in the curtained doorway, watching him. Nick’s entire body must have jumped, because Koda cracked one round brown eye open. Cyan and Raven were here, with their wings folded behind their backs; golden and navy. Like Cyan was an
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You ask clever questions, and I promise they'll find answers, but I don't want to spoil it ;-) Thanks!
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I'll try to update faster since this was a short one, so hopefully you don't have to wait too long! It's totally not weird
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Point taken. I can only hope that your interest is piqued enough that you continue reading as we switch back to Nick for most of the rest of the story and all the storylines end up coming together!
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“Yes,” Jackson said, clinging to Kyle’s limp arm. “Do it. I’ll owe you. I’ll owe you my life.” “You won’t owe me a thing,” Malachy replied. Malachy brought his hands together, closed his eyes, took a deep breath. “I’ll come back with Kyle. I promise.” Malachy controlled himself and bit back a grin—it wouldn’t be really appropriate in the grieving siblings’ presence. But Malachy was almost trembling in anticipation. The truth was, he hadn’t been to Hell in a while. In twenty two years, to be
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The spirit guides each have a list of people they need to look after. Hazel is on Rebecca's list. But what Malachy said about spirit guides being dishonest and all may not be completely false. We'll see more of her ; )
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You're right about Kyle, he'd know something's up. Who knows if Malachy has a plan or not? Plus now Sasha and Cyan know the truth. Keep me posted on your thoughts and comments, always appreciate and love reading them : )
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Malachy slipped back inside the abandoned coffee shop and saw Jackson and the Colemans—Charles’s family—but he couldn’t see Hazel anywhere. The werewolves were huddled together around the table, Charles with his arm around his mother’s shoulders, and Mr. Coleman discussing quietly with Amanda and Jackson. The uneaten Chinese takeout food and candles littered the center of the table. “He joined our pack out of the blue, when you think about it,” Mr. Coleman was saying to Jackson. He sat between
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When Sasha got back to the ex-coffee shop, he saw that Hazel and the others had pulled out the worn-down wooden table and chairs to the center of the room. They’d also found some candles in the back room, lit and placed them in the center of their makeshift dinner table. It was a late dinner at this point, and the take-out Chinese food they’d ordered was only half-eaten. Some rice and chow mein remained untouched in the greasy cartons. Sasha could smell it as he closed the door and stepped furth
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Exactly, Nick is making himself feel better by telling himself he'll definitely save Shay.. Now to see if he can actually do something about it! Thanks for taking the time : )
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Thank you! Yeah, you're completely right about Liv. I know it's kind of ironic that these words are written on the door yet Raven is taking him to Hell. It should start making a little more sense as more is revealed about Raven later in the story. Thanks for the reviews
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He remembered Liv being more irritable than usual that day—or night, he never knew in Purgatory. She had tied him up to the wall of her private torture room, in heavy chains, his back facing her. Then Liv had cut his back deeply with a sharp blade, over and over again, until he stopped screaming and almost passed out. And she’d leaned closer and said something to him, in a low voice, her long curly brown hair stroking the raw skin of his shoulder blade. “You’re not gett
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Hazel Snow was having another werewolf get-together. And she’d had the nerve to ask Sasha if she could use Espress as a location. Espress was the coffee shop where Sasha used to work. It was closed now, actually. Too many Starbucks around. And bad management, considering the owner was on holiday, and hadn’t even come back to try to save his shop. Sasha didn’t know how his ex-boss even had the money to travel. Sasha still had the keys to the place, and he’d accepted beca
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That last bit made me laugh so much! Thanks, lol :-)
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On Thursday night, five days after the disastrous date with Nick and the dreadful werewolf party, Sasha stood on a tiny stage with his band. They had reunited for the end of the school year. Their band name: The Little Death. The French translation—la petite mort—was an idiom for orgasm. It was a pretty cool band name and they were proud of it. It turned out, after kicking Sasha out because he always missed practice, they couldn’t find another singer, so they took him back. The bass
