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He’s downed four drinks in the short time it took for me to get myself together and find him. Either he’s shaken by something or he’s falling off the wagon hard and fast. Great. Just my luck to be partnered with an alcoholic angel.
After-kissing-booze =)

He’s downed four drinks in the short time it took for me to get myself together and find him. Either he’s shaken by something or he’s falling off the wagon hard and fast. Great. Just my luck to ..."
*sigh* I <3 that scene!!! :')

After-kissing-booze =) ..."
How could I forget? That was awesome! Again, Penryn didn't really get it. She wondered if something rattled him.
I think Raffe really needed something to distract him from that kiss.


And the scene before that scene ;)"
Yeah, I suppose, that scene was alright, too ;);););)

After-kissing-booze =) ..."
How could I forget? That was awesome! Again, Penryn didn't really get it. She wondered if something rattled him.
I think Raffe really needed some..."
Omg, I have so much fun when I talk to smb who really knows how feels Angelfall ;) Another one cute moment!
“Are you married?” I instantly regret asking this question as it conjures up an image of him with a painfully beautiful angel wife with little cherubs running around some estate with Grecian pillars.
He pauses in his trek and glares at me as if I just said something totally inappropriate.
“Don't let my appearance fool you, Penryn. I am not human. The Daughters of Men are forbidden to Angels.”
“What about Daughters of Women?” I attempt a cheeky smile but it falls flat.
I love Penryn. She's fighter. He says "no", she always finds objections)

Pen and Raffe fighting over Pooky-bear (since it's early on in Angelfall, technically she isn't pooky-bear yet but so freaking what! Awesome names never die!!!)
"You had my sword the whole time?"
"It's my sword now." My voice comes out harsher than the situation calls for. His happiness is so human that I forgot for an instant what he really is. I dig my nails into my palm to remind myself never to let my thoughts slip again.
"Your sword? You wish," he says. What I wish is that he would stop sounding so damn human. "Do you have any idea how loyal she's been to me over the years?"
"She? You're not one of those people who name their cars and coffee mugs, are you? It's an inanimate object. Get over it."
oh, our dear sugary sweet Penryn, you are so so wrong. hehe

"So mainstream"
"So in with the popular crowd"
--Dee-Dum
I totally change my favorite chars from everyone else to Tweedledee and Tweedledum aka spymasters!!!!




He snorts. "Aside from being beaned with a rock, I'll live."
"Sorry." I feel pretty god-awful about that, but there's no point in groveling over it.
"The next time you have a quarrel with me, I'd appreciate it if you could just talk to me first before resorting to pelting me with rocks."
"Oh, all right," I grumble. "You're so damned civilized."
"Yeah, that's me. Civilized." He shakes the blood off his hand.

"No problem," he says. "Shouldn't be too hard not to move around as we run for our lives."
I truly appreciate the sarcasm. Whoever said it was the lowest form of wit clearly did not know Penryn and Raffe.


Pen is so badASS!!!!

Pen is so badASS!!!!"
This is like the most hilarious part of World After. Penryn's dirty fighting and her then calling it self-defense! I had to literally shut the book for a second and then laugh hysterically. I think if you pay attention, you could compare Penryn to Cassie from The 5th Wave and Raffe is a lot like Daemon from Lux.

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And she is a dirty fighter. I mean, it's like... either Susan Ee or Penryn just really has no qualms about taking a guy down by the Nether Brain they got down there.
She is totally scrappy.
The fight in the office:
Before he can get his bearings again, I slam my heel down on his groin.
I'm up in a flash and kicking his head before he recovers. I kick him so hard his head whiplashes back and forth.
Boden:
"What did you just say to me?" The girl who used to be civilized and polite just had to give him a second chance.
"I said--"
I slam the heel of my hand into his nose. I don't just do it with my arm. The force comes all the way from my hips as I launch my whole body into the strike.
Entwined, we swing like a rocking chair. He lands on his back, legs spread around my waist. I'm suddenly sitting upright with my ankles wrapped around his throat.
The instant we land, I slam my fists into his groin.
Now it's his turn to curl.
The cheering crowd instantly mutes. The only noise I hear is Boden's groaning. Sounds like he's having trouble breathing.
Just to make sire he stays that way, I jump up and kick him in the face. I kick him so hard his body spins halfway on the dirt.
Doctor Angel in the basement of the aerie:
I take two deep breaths, trying to blow the anger and fear out of my body. I gently put Paige down under a table.
Then I launch myself on him.
I hit him with everything I've got. No calculation, no thought, no plan. Just crazed, epic fury.
It isn't much compared to an angel's strength, even one that's a runt. But I have the advantage of surprise.
My blow slams him onto an exam table,
He gets up at leisure while I grab a scalpel from a tray. The scalpel feels flimsy and useless. I rate my chances of winning, or even injuring him, slim to none.
That just pisses me off all the more.
I throw my scalpel at him. It nicks his throat, causing blood to bubble out and stain his white coat.
I grab a chair and swing it at him before he recovers.
I lurch over to the angel sword and grab it. I walk back a little more smoothly, getting used to my body again.
I look at the angel's blank eyes, his bleeding mouth. His head trembles, tapping against the floor.
I slam the blade into his heart.
I've never killed anyone before. What frightens me isn't that I'm killing someone. What frightens me is how easy it is.
Tattoo and Alpha Boy:
I weave my way to the fighters and grab Tattoo's shoulders.
I jam my knee into the back of his. I'm careful to make sure that I shove his knee straight forward so that I don't knock it out. A broken knee in out situation is a death sentence.
As he collapses down to my height, I pull his shoulders toward me and grab his head in a sleeper hold. I grip his forehead with one arm and clamp his neck with the other.
I squeeze my arms, letting him know I mean it. I'm not trying to chole off his air. Choking off the blood to his brain his faster. He has three to five second before he loses consciousness.
"Relax," I say. He instantly does. This man had been in enough fights to know when it's over.
Alpha boy, on the other hand, doesn't know when to stop. By the look of his bulging eyes and crimson face, his fear and frustration are still slamming around inside him. He swings his leg back, kicking someone else in the process and gets ready to kick Tattoo like a soccer ball as I hold him.
"You land that kick and I swear to God I'll let him eat you alive." I lover my voice and try to sound as commanding as I can. But Mr. Tattoo is most likely thinking about how skinny and short my arms are. It's probably registering right about now that my voice is female.
I'll be in a world of hurt if I don't establish control while he's on his knees. Because when he's towering over me and looking down at the top of my head, he might start getting ideas.
So I do something I would never do in the World Before.
Even thought he gave in, I choke him out anyway. Hos body crumples to the floor, head listing.
He'll be out for a second, just long enough for me to take care of Alpha boy.
Angels at the second aerie:
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 dives for me, hands out to grab my knife, expecting me to go straight at him.
I duck, crouching with bent knees, letting him almost sail over her.
I leap up at the last second and stab my blade into his crotch with all the force of my springing legs.
Why bother attacking their strengths when you can go straight for their weaknesses?
Angel in the water:
He reaches for me and I slash at his hand.
He pulls back, then reaches for my with his other hand, grabbing my hair. I stab into his forearm. He let's go but grabs me with his slashed hand as he splashes about.
I slash with all the panic I have of my own, cutting him deep across his torso and arms. Over and over again.
Blood warms the water.
His grip loosens and I manage to bob my head up to gulp a lungful of air. He's not pushing me under anymore but he's still holding onto me.
"You're not the only monster in this world," I gasp. There are great white sharks in northern California. Our surfers and sharks seem to have a truce for the most part, except for the rare shark attack. But no one would ever go into our water while bleeding.
I slash hard across his chest. Ribbons of blood flow out around him.
My eyes meet his. He thinks I'm talking about me being the monster. Maybe he's right.
I'm no great white but all this knife stabbing and slashing is reminding me of my mom and her victims. For once, I'm okay with the similarities. For once I hold onto her craziness for strength.
Sometimes, I just have to let go and let my inner Mom out.
I slash repeatedly like a madwoman.
He finally loosens his grip on me.
I kick away as fast as I can. I wasn't bluffing about the sharks.
SCRAPPY.


Along the horizon, the sky darkens. A dark, boiling cloud blots out the setting sun. A low buzz like the beating of a million insect wings fills the air.
The wind picks up and quickly grows to hurricane force as the churning cloud and its shadow race toward us. People run in panic, their faces suddenly lost and innocent like frightened children.
The scorpions take to the air. They congregate and pluck someone out of the crowd.”
Okay so I just read this scene, I guess forgot it from the first time I read the book but I was just struck by how foreboding this was. The foreshadowing here is blatant. But my question is how the hell could she have dreamt about the scorpion thingies? She didn't know anything about them. And I wonder how the agnostic angel would explain that away?

I just love this sentence and the scene leading up to it. It really shows Raffes strength and determination, his reputation and just how great of an arcangel he was before Beliel ans Uriel destroyed everything.
Raffe lies on the floor, his face and muscles contorted with pain. His back arches to try to keep from touching the concrete floor. Below him, spread out like a dark cape on the floor, is a pair of giant bat wings.
I found it so heartwrenching to "see" him like that. It made me realize that "Angelfall" isn't just Penryns survival story or Raffes and her story from enemies to compenions to friends and secretly even a little more. It is somehow also Raffes story of losing everything.
Previous to the book he lost his watchers, then he lost his wings. Afterwards he had to adjust to travelling with a daughter of men so he had to throw away his prejudice and not-so-good attitude (I still think he comparatively reacted quite good to Penryn. No other angel, let alone arcangel, would have her left alive after she chopped his wings). Later on he lost his wings and afterwards his sword, the only companion hw had dorm a long time. With the demkn wings he couldn't go back to the other angels. And then Penryn "died", he lost her too.
I found that incredibly heartshattering.
Ouh, that was a little much. Sorry ^^

I just love this sentence and the s..."
this wasn't too much it was great xD




Here he flies together with the scorpion angels, although they are not even "normal" angels. I think that says a lot about him.
Our flight is in sync with the swarm, as if his instincts are perfectly honed to synchronize with his flight mates. It’s clear that he was meant to be an integral part of something larger than himself.
And now his who-knows-how-long efforts to kill the nephilim aren't even acknowledged by anyone. Just because of some dumbasses (Beliel, Uriel, Layla) forced a pair of demon wings on him.

And to be without his own kind for centuries... BTW, how did he managed to be separated from them for so long? Aren't they like those fishes Penryn was thinking about?))


He has been gone so long that he has become almost a "legend". and I think a long time is a bit longer for angels, than for humans.
Also, Penryn does some sword training with the sort and the memories reach back all the way to barbaric times, when humans wore animal skin etc. I think Raffe has been on earth ever since the watchers fell and hunted nephilim.
It says that the hunting went all the way through medival times, World War I, and more modern times, so I think he was pretty much on earth the entire time. And always alone.
Also, Susan once mentioned in an interview that she found Raffe a very interesting character, and would like to explore more about his "long and lonely years on earth". So yeah. I think he's been alone for a loooooong time.

We share the same thoughts! I'm really curious about his eons on earth. It seems he belongs to humans more than he belongs to angels, he have been with them since the beginning. But he always had to left every soon-to-be-his-friend person to protect them from hellions. So lonely for so long... It's sad.


exactly! he can't left her now - she would die.

Susan Ee speaks da truth!

Guess he has to stay with her then. I think I can live with that... ;)

"You still have her chocolate, the rest is just logistics"
Love these characters and Ee's subtle and beautiful character development :)

I can't wait to read Raffe's reaction when he hears what Penryn has named the sword!!

I can't wait to read Raffe's reaction when he hears what Penryn has named the sword!!"
oh, you just wait!))) it will be awesome)

I can't wait to read Raffe's reaction when he hears what Penryn has named the sword!!"
oh, you just wait!))) it will be awesome)
Yeahh!! Totally Awesome...


"Penryn? Who are you talking to?" My mother sounds almost frantic now.
"Just my own personal demon, Mom. Don't worry. He's just a little weakling."
Weal or not, we both know he could have killed me if that's what he wanted. I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing I was scared, though.
"Oh." She sounds calm suddenly, as if that explained everything. "Okay. Don't underestimate them. And don't make them promises you can't keep." I can tell my her fading voice as she says this that she's reassured and walking away.
The baffled look the angel shoots at the door makes me chuckle. He glances my way, giving me a you're-weirder-than-your-mom look.
Not only was this a FUNNY part but it kinda sorta has a bit of foreshadowing eh?
I mean it's not like Raffe is REALLY a demon in World After, but others did think he was, AND he is most certainly Penryn's :D:D

"Penryn? Who are you talking to?" My mother sounds almost frantic now.
"Just my own personal demon, Mom. Don't worry. He's just a little weakling."
Weal or not, we both know he ..."
Nice observation.

However, I am still rooting for them and I would love if in the end, they find some kind of way to stay together! Even if all they do is go around the world with Pooky Bear while kicking some serious butt.
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