"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*

“Your choices define you, Amelie. Make thoughtful ones.”

Despite the fact that Amelie's life got hijacked by demonbloods and flushed down the Immortal toilet, she makes do pretty well, I must tell.
Not that I expected any less. She's just plain hilarious, no-matter-what kinda girl. If we all inherited her easy-going, snarky personality, life would be a puffy cloud-pillow where we could see the rainbow-unicorn from the first row. I'd totally ride a unicorn.

I can 100 % relate to her caffeine-addiction, by the way. What would I do if I knew it's my last day on Earth? Bumm! Drink coffee. I doubt she would act otherwise.

“Ami, you’ve violated seven, possibly eight levels of Guardian trainee protocols tonight, and you want to know how it’s goin’?”
“I was being conversational.”
Jack looked annoyed. “Are you aware of the punishment for this?”
“Death by coffee?” I said optimistically.

We get back to point zero because of an unfulfilled prophecy, a forbidden Lucifer-Gabriel bonding and a war against Crossworld-demons. Same old same old. I feel like we got stucked by a log in the fast-running stream. Not moving forward. And I must tell, I miss Jack a lot. Where's he anyway? He and Amelie is a collateral package aka they can't exist without each other. I'm not consoled entirely by Luc, the smoking-hot downworld-vampire-playboy. How can I love none other than Jack who knits a scarf and a matching barret for her bond-girlfriend? Hot in so many ways.

I. Want. Him. Back. *rampageous maniac alert*

"Maybe I had a choice right? Even when the options suck and it seems like nothing fits, there’s always a choice there.
Live or die.
Fight or flee.
Pancakes or omelets."

As for Amelie and Luc, I don't see the point of a love triangle no matter how much I love triangles, which are incidentally the perfection of love geometry. She's bonded with Jack from the beginning which is pretty much sacred for me. Period. And I don't believe in switching sides. It's sort of a road leading to a ginarmous-nowhere.

“If you’re here to kill me, make it fast. I won’t fight you,” I said.
“We’re not there quite yet,” he replied. “First comes the psychological torture.”
I peeked out from my pillow. “Nicholas Sparks movie marathon?”
“I’m not that cruel.”
“Says the diabolical overlord.”

Oh and what is it with Lisa? She's not other than an evil-doer sister who has tried to kill Jack. Sisters don't do that! She cannot make it up to me unless she lives forever, which I doubt. Just because she's justified her actions in front of Amelie, I have to be reborn to befriend her. And even then, I would ensnare her boyfriend, Alec. A guy with crossbow? Give him to me. He will be in good hands.

“Sometimes life is figuring out what you can live with then letting go of the rest."

The prophecy became fulfilled, an entire magical world ceded to exist and Jack has lost his memories. They've been through a rough day. Cruel twist of faith. In contempt of such events, Amelie doesn't lack further edgy comments and mortal optimism. They all happily lived and loved ever after....lucky bastards.

“I love you,” I said. “More than oxygen and coffee and chocolate, and even more than my favorite glyph-engraved throwing knives. Don’t forget that. Okay?”

Setbacks

I miss my fiery-Jack-passion-portion from the Prophecy Girl. No offense Luc. The vamp-vibe didn't work here. My bad.

Rating

3 out of 5

"Just remember, dear, life is suffering. Love, even more so.”

I can't take Amelie very seriously, which is okay as it is. No offense. Her spontaneous, flippant, above-the-law attitude makes the story smooth and enjoyable despite the dark forces that are lurking behind the scenes. If you'd like to be naughty and put some lonely goats on the roof of your old school, you're knocking at the right door. I would be definitely her friend, hence my life would never turn dull and empty. She's one of the heroines who speaks from the heart, no matter what. It's always refreshing when the truth is released in the and when no bullshit is dumped on your neck.

"Amelie Bennett, you’re the most annoying girl on the planet. You make me want to throw myself off a bridge. And, unfortunately, I am one hundred percent, head-over-heels, crazy in love with you. There. Satisfied?”

Jack is definitely my book boyfriend. I'm always into guys who put the girl's needs before his. In this case, he's willing to sacrifice himself in order to save her. And it is true vice versa. Although I can give him some paternal slaps in the face when he seemed to be indifferent to Amelie. He's technically made me swooning and drooling because that's what all forbidden loves do to me. The little sneaky bastards.

“I felt my heart expanding, making room for him to movie in permanently.”

Lisa, you pretty little liar, I can't believe her. Not only did she stab Amelie in the back but literally spat her in the face! Not very nice of a sister, I tell you. North Witch is a piece of pie compared to her. While Toto returned to Dorothy, Amelie's old life is lost forever. What's more, she has to cope with the consequences of her Wraithmaker actions. That she's become a vampire fledgling. Not everyday do the people have to embrace the fact that they're bloodsucker non-garlic-eater monsters, according to Amelie at least.

"Love takes courage, sweetheart, maybe more than most people know. That’s not something a coward can handle.”

By the way, I love this bond-mate thing full of golden threads connecting Amelie and Jack everytime they touch or do other things. It kinda feels forever. That most people just dream of. The benefit is they don't have to go through a bunch of useless relationships leading to nowhere to find the One. Let's held the nuptials of the young doves! Party rock anthem.

The gods of opportunity did not knock twice.

—And even if they did, I wouldn't get my hopes up they let the soul of my love sneak back onto the world of living after once he kicked the bucket. But everything has a price in order to maintain the balance of nature. So up to now, she may have believed they will have a happy future full of raspberry jello cake with icing on top...and that's the way the cookie crumbles. The one acts like there were no tomorrow, the other moves heaven and earth for the girl. And don't forget that his kiss makes the sun explode and walls start melting. Must be a freaking spectacle.

How I feel now

I've just had the time of my life ;)

Rating

4 out of 5

Song

Fall Out Boy - Immortals

https://youtu.be/l9PxOanFjxQ