"They’re all so darned perfect in every way...If it wasn’t for you, I’d think that angels were all totally interchangeable."
’‘You mean because I’m beyond perfect?"
’‘No. Because you’re so humble."
’‘Humility’s overrated."
’‘So is clear self-assessment, apparently."
‘Real warriors don’t stand for psychobabble."
’‘Or for rational thinking."

Steel your heart. End of Days will plummet your earth like a meteor blinding the light of stars.

God's gift to women

Susan Ee definitely brought this one up a notch. I'm a hundred degree happier now that Raffe is back in the saddle so you can imagine how hot is in here. He's exactly the kind of guy from who I can't keep my imaginary hands off. Blame is not on me. Perfection hasn't been part of my life till he appeared in all his unworldly glory. Thanks God I got him back! So the saying proves to be right. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. My pounding heart is undoubtedly super-fond!

‘You’d be surprised. Just because I don’t have a problem on the outside visible for the world to see doesn’t mean I’m not messed up on the inside. That can be just as hard to deal with.’

Penryn seems to have a delicate inclination to get herself involved in impossible messed-up situations and she keeps ending up in places where she shouldn't be ignoring common sense. Such as the Messenger's election where she's most likely facing death for she's the infamous Daughter of Man Angel Slayer. Penryn's new year's wishes were swept away right after midnight because she is not having the best time of her life so far. Instead of partying at her senior prom and kissing ordinary-yet-amazing Raffe all over, she wields a deadly angel sword disguised as a teddy bear and occasionally goes on a trip to hell on Friday nights. Just like normal teens do in their free time.

He looks down at me with sincere eyes. ‘If I were human, I would have been the first in line for you . . .’

Raffe and Penryn are the kind of couple whose every single kiss gives me goosebumps. I'm head over heels about the star-crossed romances which are doomed to fail eventually, for the dark forces are non-stop plotting against the love birds. I hate to pop the pink bubble but their future-togetherness is wrapped up in a heavy beyond-hope never-fading haze. Each sliver of their might-be is going to hell in a handbasket. Argh!!!

Fools rush where the angels fear to tread

Freak-out show takes a whole new level in the Pit. Hellions and the Consumed seem pretty disgusting in writing, let alone if it'd be made into a movie. But that would be totally, prodigiously, wonderfully amaze-balls! It's time for a prayer, guys.

Angels dancing on the head of a pin

The outcome is that the angel apocalypse wipe out humanity then the angels give ground and human race is back on track. Yeeah, it has perfectly made sense...???
Angels will think twice with whom they mess around next time. I suppose they could pass their spare time some other way. They can always polish their wings or jump from cloud to cloud, can't they? Time is money and better not to be wasted, I guess.

"Being human isn’t about whether you fit in or look like the rest of us. It’s about who you are and what you’re willing to do or not do."

Aside from the racial differences, I love the way it worked out with Penryn and Raffe. The vicious circle of star-crossed love story has broken which proves what's meant to be will always find a way. Never-never was their relationship earthbound. Their banter? Invaluable.

P.S I like you

A gut-clenching, queasiness-inspiring, happiness-sucking black hole is that Penryn and Raffe left in their wake. Not nice of you guys but I never stopped loving you!

How I feel now

My chest felt like I’d been hit by an NFL linebacker. I have no strength to do but warm the bench.

P.S.
Come hell or high water, I won't settle with plain ordinary. Thus there's no left to do but keep on daydreaming, right? ;)

Rating

Brownie points are rocketing sky high!

Angel of Vengeance aka Wrath of God

"Then, a darker silhouette appears against the sky.
Menacing demon wings.
Broad shoulders.
The shape of a Greek god gliding through the sky.
Raffe."
—So this is how Raffe could look like. Holy crap on a cracker! *mental swooning then full black-out*

No surprise, though. If he's a hell on wheels archangel, he should live up to the perfect-guys-exist-only-in-books expectations. Or would I be wrong? Don't think so.
Despite his physical absence — which is enough to make the angels weep—the memories speak for themselves and keep up the tension. I love peeking into his nuances of being a fierce warrior and moments of fond emotions behind the mask of a hell-bent I-am-in-charge-of-a-batch-of-angel-mercenaries macho guy. Succinctly, Raffe managed to wrap me around his little finger. Not many has pulled that off so far thus he successfully worked his way up to the top of my booklover-list. Such a petite cherub.

"How bad are things when your clinically insane mother is more rational than you are?"

Penryn is true to her hard-ass, kicking-God's-most-gruesome-creatures-in-the-butt self. I'm doing cartwheels everytime she gets a blow in the effing angels' exquisitely-carved jaws. If it was up to me to choose between humans and angels, my momentous answer would be 'how about Penryn and Raffe fly away in the sunset?' They have been through way too much than the remnants of humanity. No wonder she thrusts her unsettling doubts in the vault at the back of her head. Until they burst through the walls...God forbid!

I'd love to start a petition titled as Angels have all their right to love the chosen Daughters of Man. Everybody lives happily ever after. Till the Judgment Day shall arrive. Make the best of the golden age of post apocalypse, right?

"I wonder if the satisfaction of a major punch to her perfect jaw would be worth dying a horrible death."

I'd better befriend her ASAP since she does hand to hand combat, wields a mighty angel sword—notorious Pokey Bear— let alone she handles her freak-out crackpot mother and razor-teeth killing machine sister 24/7. It is a lot to ask from anyone. Yet, that's what makes her the number one female heroine who doesn't need a Greek god to watch her back for she's good on her own.
Well, for a while at least.

The locusts creep me out! The combination of darkness, war and romance makes such a spectacular firework that you need to blink several times to enjoy it's beauty. Despite the fact that I'm not for horror, it has every right to be present just to feel the weight of the oncoming human extinction and of battling with savage survival instincts.

My only wish left is to bask in Raffe's immortal glory in the next volume. Amen.

How I feel now

I went through a washing machine and was shaken out to dry.

P.S.

I'm most likely acting as the angel's advocate when I say the End of Days will be epic!!!

Rating

I'd be out of my right mind not giving it a high sparkling five. Aren't we ridiculous! *winks*