The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.
Becca Fitzpatrick...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnโt hurt to smell good too.
Becca FitzpatrickNothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
Becca FitzpatrickIt makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.โ โIt does make a difference,โ I said, my voice small but confident. โYou and I share the same blood.โ I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. โIโm your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and youโll die. Itโs written in The Book of Enoch.
Becca Fitzpatrick