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Enjoy this chapter sampler from Fallen by Lauren Kate. Mysterious and aloof, he captures Luce Price's attention from the moment she sees him on her first day at the Sword & Cross boarding school in sultry Savannah, Georgia. Dangerously exciting and darkly romantic, Fallen is a page. prologue LEBANON,TENNESSEE, TheTennessee night was screaming. Eric Powell ran clumsily through the tall grass beh. Fallen has 56 entries in the series. Fallen in Love. Fallen (Series). Lauren Kate Author (). cover image of Fallen Kein Abgrund ist tief genug.

Those eyes were intense, and alluring, and, well, a little bit disarming. It was just about sunset when the shadows started rolling in over. Thered been no one like her at Dover. The answer is right at the edge of his knowing. It boggled his already addled brain. Aaron glanced at his watch. He finally reached his locker and began to dial the combination.

It boggled his already addled brain. Seems like it might be really interesting. He snatched his notepad off the table. Vilma Santiago, the hottest girl in theLynn public schools, and he was asking her to help him with his research paper. What an absolute idiot, he berated himself. The girl of his dreams had agreed to help him with his paper, and actually seemed to be excited about doing it. Vilma was silent also, nervously looking at the books on the table then back to him.

She glanced at her watch. She actually noticed that he was absent today. Maybe there was something to what she had said to her friends yesterday. Maybe she actually did think he was cute. Have a good weekend. It was almost enough to make him forget all about the disturbing dreams, his strange new linguistic skills, and the cryptic ramblings of a crazy old man. Of all that was lost to him, he missed that the most. It was not true sleep by human standards, but it was a way for him to remember a time precious to him, the time before his fall.

Sam rolled onto his back and opened his eyes to the new day. He did not need to check a clock to tell him the hour; he knew it to be precisely eightA. He lay quietly and listened to the sounds ofHong Kong outside and far below his penthouse apartment.

But today he had little interest. Sam rose from his bed and padded naked across the mahogany floor to stand in front of the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. A Chinese junk, its sails unfurled, caught his attention as it cruised gracefully across the emerald green water ofVictoriaBay.

He had lived in many places in his long life on this planet, but none brought him as much solace as this place. China spoke to him.

It told him that everything would be all right, and on most days, he believed that to be true. He pressed his forehead against the thick glass and allowed himself to feel the cold of its surface.

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His naked skin responded with prickled gooseflesh, and although he reveled in the human experience, everyday he longed for what he once had, for what was lost when he refused to take a side in the Great War. His head still pressed against the window, Sam opened his eyes and gazed at the panorama before him.

Yes, he longed for the glory that was once his, but each day this place—this wondrous sight sought to seduce him with its vitality. A distraction that sometimes made it easier to accept his fate. Sam was slipping into his black silk robe, enjoying the sensation upon his pale, sculpted flesh, when the phone began to chirp. He knew who was calling. Not from any innate psychic ability, but because she called each morning at this very time. Joyce Woo was the human woman he allowed to manage his various business affairs, including his nightclubs, casinos, and restaurants.

Sam strolled from the bedroom to the chrome-and-tile kitchen and let the machine pick up. He decided to play a little game—to see if he could guess the problems she was calling to report.

What trivial piece of nonsense would she choose to annoy him with this time? Sam popped a cork on a bottle of Dom Perignon and drank from it as he listened to the message. He toasted the incoming call with the bottle. I can give you more details when you come into the office this morning, but I wanted you to be aware. But she began to speak again. He paused in the hall to listen. Verchiel, stopped by the office this morning. He said he will only be in town for a short time and hoped the two of you could get together.

The bottle dropped from his hand to the floor, shattering and spilling the expensive contents onto the black and white tiles. Good morning, sir. Sam Chia bounded to his bedroom and threw open the doors of the heavy wooden armoire.

He shed his robe and pulled out clothes. There would be no time for a shower today and he would not be going into the office. He had to leaveHong Kong. It was as simple as that. If Verchiel had found him, then there was no doubt that the Powers had come toChina. And if that were the case, then none of his ilk was safe.

Sam finished buttoning his white cotton shirt and began to tuck its tails inside his pants. He cinched the brown leather belt around his waist. He slipped his bare, delicate feet into a pair of Italian loafers and donned a navy blue sports jacket. He would go to Europe;France would suffice. He would stay inParis until Verchiel and his dogs leftChina.

Joyce could manage his affairs until he returned. Sam placed his billfold inside his coat pocket and picked up the phone to summon his driver.

He would go to the airport, charter a plane, and contact Joyce once in flight. Startled, Sam dropped the phone and spun around to face the voice. The child followed, heeling obediently at his side. To the human eye they appeared as decoration, but in actuality, they were much more than that. I left because I did not want to choose sides. I loved the Morningstar, as I loved all my brethren, but to question the Almighty—I could think of no other solution but to flee.

Even after all this time, his actions shamed him. Startled, the child leaped from the sofa and ran to hide, as if sensing the violence that was sure to follow. It annoys me to no end. Anger unlike any he had ever experienced coursed through his body. Perhaps he had spent too much time among the humans, he thought. Their rabid emotions had obviously begun to rub off on him.

Does this not count for anything? A cruel grin began to form on his pale white features as he fixed Sam with his icy stare. I once had wings as mighty,he remembered with overwhelming sadness. Wings that could have taken him away from this place, allowed him to flee the judgment of Verchiel. But that was long, long ago, and what were once mighty, were now nothing more than an atrophied shadow of their former glory. Verchiel began to rhythmically move his wings and the penthouse was suddenly filled with winds as strong as tropical storms.

It opened a bleeding gash above his right eye. He was picked up by the powerful gale and hurled backward, pinned against the picture windows. As he slammed against the glass, the sound of something cracking filled his ears, and he wondered if it was the window behind him or his bones.

He wanted to speak, to scream out that he was truly sorry for his sins, but the blood from his head wound streamed down his face into his mouth, silencing him.

He had never even seen his own blood, but now it was filling his mouth with its foul taste. The inch-thick pane of window glass behind him began to crack and spiderweb across its surface. Windows that had been built to withstand powerful storms from thePacific Ocean were no match for the power of Verchiel. Again Sam struggled to speak. Verchiel continued his advance, wings flapping faster and faster still.

Sam yelled all the louder. A heavy chrome kitchen chair tumbled away from the table, and as if made of tin, was propelled through the air toward him. Sam closed his eyes on the horrible visage of Verchiel, his wings unmercifully assaulting the air. His time was at an end, of this he was certain.

What he had feared most since falling to Earth was finally to claim him. Samuel Chia, formerly Samchia of the Heavenly Host, willed his mind elsewhere, to a time before the war, before impossible choices, before the fall. Within a twinkling shower of razor-sharp glass and debris, Sam fell yet again. And as he descended to his end, he dreamed. He dreamed of flying. Gabriel trotted happily into the living room where theStanleys had assembled for Chinese takeout and the weekly Friday night movie rental.

He was proudly holding a purple stuffed toy in his mouth. Aaron sat on the floor with Stevie building a multicolored tower with Duplo blocks. Occasionally he looked up at the television to see what Mr.

Schwarzenegger was blowing up. The night was all about distraction, anything to keep from thinking about the strange incidents of the last two days. Except for the conversation with Vilma Santiago, he wished he could forget them completely. The dog dropped the purple toy before Aaron and it rolled to topple the Duplo tower. Aaron ignored him and helped the child select some more blocks to fortify the tower.

Gabriel lunged forward and snatched up the toy with his mouth. He gave it a ferocious shake and let it fly.

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Aaron glared at the animal. Go lie down. Gabriel abruptly turned and quickly strolled from the room. Good,Aaron thought, connecting a blue block to a yellow.

To anyone else it was typical dog noise, a series of whines, growls, and barks, but to Aaron it was a language—a language he could easily understand. Tonight he wanted it to be like it used to be.

A bark, an excited wag of the tail—that was all the conversation he really needed from his four-legged friend.

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Aaron heard the sound of toenails clicking across the kitchen linoleum toward the living room, and then a strange grunting sound. Squeaky Pig was on its way. Gabriel came around the corner, a pink stuffed pig clutched in his maw. With his muscular jaws he squeezed the body of the pig repeatedly, and it emitted a sound very much like that of a pig grunting. As before, the dog approached and let the toy fall to the floor. He was angry with the day and all the stuff that had happened, angry with the dog for reminding him that things are not how they used to be, angry with himself for being angry.

When she had seen what movie her husband brought back from the video store, she had gone upstairs to get out her latest romance novel. If you only knew the half of it. He blinked his soulful, brown eyes repeatedly and lowered his ears flat against his skull. Bad dog. How could I be so cruel?

Aaron thought disgustedly. Aaron had to call for him two more times before the dog finally responded, peeking around the doorframe. Gabriel plopped his large body down beside Aaron and was having his tummy rubbed when Stevie looked up from his blocks.

His usually blank face became animated as his eyes twinkled with the light of awareness. Stevie showed no sign that he even remembered what he had just done. He simply returned his attention to his blocks. Stevie remained in his world of silence. Aaron got up. The dog sprang to his feet and wagged his tail.

So much for distraction, he thought as he took an apple from the small wicker basket atop the microwave and brought it to the cutting board on the counter.

Aaron saw the old man in his mind pointing at him. Aaron gave him a slice and took one for himself. Something weird was happening to him.

And he realized that he had no other choice than to find out exactly what that was. He took another bite of the apple, then gave the rest to Gabriel. It was a crazy idea, but he was desperate to know what was happening to him.

He would have to take a chance. Before his appointment with Dr. Jonas the next day, he would try to find the old man from the common. Aaron shook his head. Then go to common.

Aaron scowled to himself. He pulled back and let the tennis ball fly. Gabriel bounded across the common in hot pursuit of the bouncing ball. The wind still had a sharpness to it and he zipped his brown leather jacket a little higher. Gabriel cavorted with the ball clenched tightly in his mouth. Since his strange ability to communicate with the dog manifested, Aaron was amazed at how little it took to make Gabriel truly happy: It must be pretty awesome to get so much from so little, he mused as he watched the dog gallop toward him.

Gabriel growled; the muscles in his back legs twitched with anticipation. Aaron lunged and the dog bolted to avoid capture. He snagged Gabriel by the choke chain around his neck and pulled the growling beast toward him.

Aaron made a move to throw it, hiding the ball beneath his arm, and the dog shot off in hot pursuit of nothing. And as Gabriel looked in his direction, he held the ball up.

Aaron smiled. The dog suddenly became distracted by something beyond Aaron. But then the man waved, and he suddenly knew. The dog looked at him and then across the common. They were about six feet away when Gabriel moved ahead of him, his head tilted back as he sniffed the air.

Aaron could see that the man was smiling, his long wispy, white hair moving around his head in the cool, spring breeze. Gabriel ran at the man, tail wagging. He laughed at the old man and smiled slyly. He Zeke. Sorry about yesterday.

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Did I scare you? That makes sense. I could smell that you were changing, and just assumed that you were probably having some problems with it. They watched the dog in silence. Aaron wanted to leave—but something kept him there. Perhaps it was the chance of an explanation. He pounced on it with tireless vigor. Who has a unique way of looking at things? Aaron turned from watching his dog play and faced the man. The old man ran both hands through his wild, white hair.

Then he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. Now tell me what the hell it has to do withme. Gabriel had wandered over to a newly planted tree and was sniffing the spring mulch spread at its base. Not too common really, the mothers have a real difficult time bringing the babies to term—never mind surviving the delivery.

But every once in a while, a Nephilim child survives. The dog sniffed at his leg, determined that things were fine and went to Zeke. He could see his car parked across the street and wanted to run for it. He could feel himself begin to slip—teetering on the brink of an emotional roller coaster. His mother had died giving birth to him, and the identity of his father went with her. He suddenly felt weak, drained of energy. They are the oldest of the angels, the first created by God.

Zeke stood up and moved toward Aaron. A blight before the eyes of God. Zeke nodded slowly, his expression dire. Nephilim are still being born, and when they begin to show signs of their true nature, the Powers find them. They have no mercy.

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He whistled and saw Gabriel in the distance lifting his leg against a trash barrel. The dog began to trot in their direction. He wanted answers, but not these—these were a ticket to a locked ward. It made him all the angrier. He was wearing a loose-fitting green sweater beneath and some faded jeans. He yanked on the collar of his sweater, pulling it down over his right shoulder to expose unusually pale flesh—and something more. Aaron jumped back as the protrusion began to move up and down in a flapping motion.

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Something similar on the other shoulder moved in unison beneath the sweater. Even the voice of reason inside his head was beginning to come undone. Maybe it is all true, he thought. What else could those things be on his back but the stumps of wings… He wanted to slap himself for thinking it. No way. It would be better if it were a brain tumor making me understand these languages—making me think that my dog is talking to me.

That would make it easier, he reasoned. Then he could brush off the old man as just another lunatic. Aaron called again for his dog. Yes, Zeke was pretty convincing and knew all the right buttons to push, but angels? It was just too much for Aaron to swallow. Space aliens, maybe—angels, not a chance. He would see Dr. Between the two of them, a rational explanation for his condition—could it actually be called a condition?

At this stage of the game a tumor might not even be so bad.

At least it was some kind of concrete explanation that he could accept, understand, and deal with. Aaron looked down to see if Gabriel still had his ball. He looked around the common. Had the dog become distracted, as he so often did, by a squirrel or a bird or an interesting smell in the grass? Aaron caught sight of him on the other side of the common where a section of the pipe fence was missing. The dog was standing with Zeke.

He took a few steps toward them and wondered how they could have gotten way over there so fast. He was standing attentively alongside Zeke, staring up at the man with his tail wagging. He remembered a time not too long ago when he had experienced a similar feeling and discovered that Stevie had turned on the hot water in the bathtub when nobody was looking. Aaron felt kind of like he did then—only worse. Aaron began walking toward them.

The awful feeling squirming in his gut got worse and Aaron began to jog toward them—and then to run. Zeke looked toward the street outside the common, checking it out as if getting ready to cross. It was getting later in the morning and the traffic had begun to pick up. He was almost there, no farther than twenty feet away. The old man looked into the traffic and then to Aaron.

Panic gripped him and Aaron began to run faster. Aaron was almost there. Aaron saw it as though watching a slow-motion scene in a movie. The ball bounced once and Gabriel was there, ready to snatch it up in his mouth, when the white Ford Escort struck him broadside and sent him sailing through the air as though weightless.

They were the most sickening sounds Aaron had ever heard, brakes screeching as tires fought for purchase on Tarmac, followed by the dull thud of a thick rubber bumper connecting with fur, flesh, and bone. He fell to his knees beside the animal.

It had even begun to seep out along the ground from somewhere beneath his body. Aaron carefully wrapped his arms around his best friend. He placed an ear against the still-warm fur and listened for a heartbeat. But the sounds of horns from backed-up traffic and the murmur from curious bystanders was all he could discern. Gabriel shuddered violently. Everything is going to be fine. He wanted to fall apart, to scream, rant, and rave, but knew that he had to keep control.

He had to save Gabriel. What do I do? Aaron turned to see Zeke standing over him. You did this to him! Even after all he had been through, caught up in the merciless current of the foster care system, he never gave up hope that eventually it would turn out for the best. Do you? Please…please, help him…. The noise around them receded. Look for it in the darkness. Look closely. Can you see it? There was no way around it. The old man was delusional and dangerous. He debated whether he should hold the man for the police—imagine if Gabriel had been a child.

It might be best for the old man to be behind bars or at least in a hospital where he could receive the proper care. Aaron was about to open his eyes when he felt it stir inside his mind, and he saw something. And it was moving toward him. Is this what the old man is talking about? How did he know it would be there? What was it? What was coming at him through the blackness behind his eyes? It was a mouse scrambling through the darkness toward him, a mouse with fur so white that it seemed to glow.

It reared back on its haunches, as if considering his words, and then began to groom itself.

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It was no longer a mouse, and Aaron gasped. The mouse had become an owl, its feathers the color of snow, and before he could wrap his brain around what had just happened, it changed again.

From an owl it turned into an albino toad—and from the toad, a white rabbit. The thing inside his head was now morphing its shape at a blinding rate; from mammal to insect, from bird to fish.

But though its form continued to alter, its eyes remained the same. There was an awesome intelligence in those deep, black eyes, and something more—recognition.

It knew him, and somehow, he knew it. It had become a snake—a cobra—and it reared back on its bone-colored muscular shaft of a body, swaying from side to side, its mouth open in a fearsome hiss as it readied to strike. Please, can you help me? Is there anything you can do to help me save him? It simply hovered there in its membranous sack, unresponsive, its dark eyes fixed upon him.

Aaron was angry. Time was running out, and here he was talking to some fetal figment of his troubled state of mind. If not, get the hell out of my mind and let me get him to a vet.

Talk to it, Aaron. Beg it to come back. A luminous bat, and then a centipede, the force within his mind receded, growing smaller with distance. In the ancient language first spoken to him by Zeke, what the old man had called the language of messengers, he called out once more to the thing in his mind. Accept it as part of you. The old man dug his nails painfully into his shoulders.

It had tufts of silky fine hair flowing from parts of its tubular body, and small muscular limbs that clawed at the air as if in anticipation. And the strangest and most disturbing thing of all, it had a face—something not usually associated with the look of a reptile. This serpent wore an expression on its unusual facial features, one of contentment, and spread its malformed arms, beckoning in a gesture that suggested Aaron, too, had been accepted.

The light of the snake became blinding and the solid black behind his eyes was burned away like night with the approach of dawn. He opened his eyes and looked down on his dog. Aaron looked at him. For some reason the old man was crying. A white crackling energy, like eruptions of arc lightning, danced from one fingertip to the next. Gazing at his hands, he turned them palms down and again placed them upon Gabriel.

He felt the energy leave his body, leaping from his fingers to the dog, burrowing beneath fur and flesh. And the air around them was filled with the charged scent of ozone. Aaron pulled his hands away from the animal. The powerful sensation throughout his body was fading, but he still felt different, both mentally and physically.

Gabriel was breathing slow regular breaths, as if he were merely taking a little snooze.

Gabriel languidly lifted his head from the street, yawned, and fixed Aaron in his gaze. Aaron could feel his eyes well up with emotion. He leaned forward and hugged the dog. The dog seemed distracted, pulling away from his embrace. And Aaron came to the frightening realization that he may not have been the only one to change. Too late,the angel Camael thought, perched like a gargoyle at the edge of the building. He sadly gazed down at a restaurant consumed in flames.

Too late to save another. From his roost across the street, Camael watched as firefighters aimed their hoses and tried to suffocate the inferno with water before it had a chance to spread to neighboring structures. They would need to be persistent, the angel thought, for it was a most unnatural fire they battled this morn. He had planned to make contact with the girl this very morning, to guide her through the change her body was undergoing, and warn her of the dangers it presented—dangers that came far sooner than even he had imagined.

Camael had been watching the girl—What was her name? He had been observing Susan since he first caught scent of her imminent transformation. It was so much harder to track them these days; the world was a much larger and more complex place than it had been in the beginning.

The enemy used trackers, human hounds, but he could not bear to use the oft-pathetic creatures in that way. Camael found it far too cruel. Susan was a loner, as was often the nature of the breed, living alone without close friends or family. But she did have a job as a waitress, a job that seemed to be the center of her reality. That was where she came alive: She would serve them, converse with them, and send them on their way back into the world with a kind word and a wave.

Camael had watched and waited for the signs of change in her. He had even started to frequent the restaurant just so that he might observe her more closely. Her appearance became disheveled, dark circles forming beneath her eyes, an obvious sign that she was not sleeping.

The dreams were usually first, the collective memories of an entire race from thousands of years attempting to assert themselves. That alone was enough to drive some of them mad, never mind the changes that were still to come. The firefighters below seemed to have the blaze under control and were entering the building, most likely to retrieve the bodies of those who had been trapped within. Camael sighed heavily. Verchiel certainly outdid himself this time, the angel thought as the first of the victims was carried from the smoldering building.

The girl must have been much further along than Camael had realized if they were able to find her with such ease. If only he had acted earlier this might have been avoided. He might have been able to convince the young woman to run before the Powers had a chance to lock on to her scent. He would need to move faster with the next. When we last left Luce and Daniel, they had fought a battle with the evil Outcasts in her parents' backyard.

Luce has found herself conflicted by her love and lives with Daniel. Needing proof of why they live the nightmare of her flaming death over and over again, she steps into an Announcer smoky little portals that can be used to see or go to a person's former lives to find out what all these former lives are about. She starts off in Russia during WWII where she sees how painful her death is for Daniel each and every time he loses her.

Each time, Luce learns a little more about herself and her love for Daniel. Along the way, she picks up an odd little helper in the Announcer named Bill. He is a small little gargoyle thing that proves to be helpful in finding both her way and the meaning she has been searching for.


He helps her blend in with the time period, guides her into meeting her former selves, and even helps her "cleave" with her former body, becoming that person through the last moments of their life.

All of this helps Luce realize everything Daniel has done is because of his undying love for her. What she doesn't know, is he is following her through the Announcers, trying to find her. At her first life, Bill convinces her it would be best to release her soul from the curse, thereby releasing her love of infinite lives from the curse that destroys him with every reincarnation. What she doesn't realize at first is Bill might have his own agenda that might not be as genuine as Luce thinks.

Can Daniel find her in time? Can they break the curse after all? Oh this was such an interesting book! Every pair of chapters was a new place. The first chapter would be Luce arriving in the former life, and then the second would be Daniel's arrival.

Seeing the lives from two different perspectives really explained the whole story in a way the reader can appreciate. Then their two journeys differ a bit, and you see how their two lives are entwined, but also how much they need each other.

The love between Luce and Daniel is epic, and nothing, including a bratty year old French king, a huge class discrepancy, or a Mayan sacrifice, can keep them apart. At different points in the last two books, I became annoyed with either Luce, for being too petulant or Daniel, for being too vague, but this book made me love both of them at the same time.

This was the perfect lay-up for the final book, and I simply cannot wait to read it! Yet the more Luce learns about herself, the more she realizes that the past is her only key to unlocking her future. What if his version of the past isn't actually the way things happened. Passion Book 3: Just as you have chosen me.

And she has. Over and over again. Throughout time, Luce and Daniel have found each other, only to be painfully torn apart: Luce dead, Daniel left broken and alone.

Luce is certain that something — or someone — in a past life can help her in her present one. So she begins the most important journey of this lifetime. Cam and the legions of angels and Outcasts are desperate to catch Luce, but none are as frantic as Daniel. He chases Luce through their shared pasts, terrified of what might happen if she rewrites history. Because their romance for the ages could go up in flames.

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