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The block was full of quirky, quaint buildings that reminded Luce of a less stuffy version of the New England coastline near her old New Hampshire prep school, Dover. The street was paved with uneven cobblestones that glowed yellow in the light from the streetlamps overhead. At its end, the road seemed to drop straight into the ocean. A coldness sneaked up on her.

She had to ignore her reflexive fear of the dark. Daniel had explained about the shadows—that they were nothing to be afraid of, merely messengers.

Which should have been reassuring, except for the hard-to-ignore fact that it meant there were bigger things to be afraid of. If she was going to trust Daniel when he said he had to abandon her after longing all her life for this reunion—well, maybe she just wanted to understand the origins of that trust.

To know when and how it had all begun. Luce bit her lip, trying to think back to the research she and Penn had done.

The Grigoris are a clan. Because they watch and learn from what happened when … back when I was still welcome in Heaven. And back when you were … well, this all happened a very long time ago, Luce. Where was I? Is that what happened? Did you …? The world was newer, but you were just the same.

He nodded. The only difference was, in the beginning, you were off-limits to me. Things were very violent in Heaven. Because of who … I am … I was expected to stay away from you.

You were a distraction. The focus was supposed to be on winning the war. Daniel would have to be important in Heaven in order to have caused such a big rift.

In order for his love of a mortal girl to be so off-limits. For me? She felt heavy, like she was dragging.

Dragging him down. The air was cool and moist with sea spray. Just to the left of the steps, a trail led away. Daniel smiled at her, straightening his shoulders, and unfurled his wings. Slowly, they extended up and out from his shoulders, unfolding with an almost inaudible series of soft snaps and creaks. Fully flexed, they made a gentle, feathery fwump like a duvet being flung over a bed.

There were two tiny, otherwise invisible slits, which parted now to let his wings slip through. Or did he have certain, special things he wore when he knew he planned on flying? Either way, his wings never failed to leave Luce speechless. They were enormous, rising three times taller than Daniel, and curved up into the sky and to either side like broad white sails. Their broad expanse caught the light of the stars and reflected it more intensely, so that they glowed with an iridescent shimmer.

Near his body they darkened, shading into a rich earthy cream color where they met his shoulder muscles. But along their tapered edges, they grew thin and glowed, becoming almost translucent at the tips.

Luce stared at them, rapt, trying to remember the line of every glorious feather, to hold all of it inside her for when he went away.

He shone so bright, the sun could have borrowed light from him. The smile in his violet eyes told her how good it felt for him to let his wings out.

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As good as Luce felt when she was wrapped up in them. I have to give you something to remember me by. With her back pressed to his chest, and his head over her shoulder, Daniel traced a line of kisses down her neck. She held her breath, waiting.

Then he bent his legs and gracefully pushed off the edge of the cliff. They were flying. Away from the rocky ledge of the coastline, over the crashing silver waves below, arcing across the sky as if they were soaring for the moon. The night was absolutely quiet. As if they were the only two people left in the world. Daniel laughed. Maybe one day soon. They were far above the tallest building in town and moving incredibly fast.

But Luce had never felt safer or more in love in her life. The sounds of the ocean grew louder again. A dark single-lane road wound off the main highway. When their feet touched down lightly on a cool patch of thick grass, Luce sighed. The Shoreline School. She could see a large building in the distance, but from here it looked completely dark, merely a shape on the horizon.

Daniel held her pressed to him, as if they were still in the air. She craned her head around to look at his expression. His eyes were damp. They have been for millennia. They will do anything they can to stop us.


I love you, Luce. More than anything. When he let her out of his embrace, he opened his palm and a small red shape inside it began to grow. Her duffel bag. In just a few seconds, it had filled out entirely, back to its full size.

A single light went on inside the building. A silhouette appeared in the doorway. She let everything else fall away, let her heart brim over. And the future. The figure in the doorway was walking toward her, a woman in a short white dress. The kiss Luce had shared with Daniel, too sweet to be so brief, left her just as out of breath as their kisses always did.

It was all happening too fast. Not yet. Her heart went after him as she opened her eyes and saw the last trace of his wings disappear inside a cloud, into the dark night.

Luce winced and rubbed her face. Her nose stung. Now it was her cheekbones. Her eyelids drifted open and, almost immediately, she scrunched up her face in surprise. A stocky dishwater-blond girl with a grimly set mouth and major eyebrows was leaning over her.

Her hair was piled messily on top of her head. She wore yoga pants and a ribbed camouflage tank top that matched her green-flecked hazel eyes. She held a Ping-Pong ball between her fingers, poised to pelt. Luce scrambled backward in her bedsheets and shielded her face. Her heart already hurt from missing Daniel. She looked down, still trying to get her bearings, and remembered the bed she had indiscriminately collapsed into the night before.

Even in her stunned stupor, Luce could tell that the woman was beautiful. She was in her mid-thirties, with blond hair brushing her shoulders, round cheekbones, and large, soft features. Angel, Luce decided almost instantly. Other than the stranger I wake to find squatting in my room. Other than the kid disrupting my morning mantra with her weirdly personal sleep-babbling.

Just a Californian girl with a strong sense of entitlement. Luce sat up in bed and looked around. The room was a little cramped, but it was nicely appointed, with light-colored hardwood floors; a working fireplace; a microwave; two deep, wide desks; and built-in bookshelves that doubled as a ladder to what Luce now realized was the top bunk.

She could see a private bathroom through a sliding wooden door. And—she had to blink a few times to be certain—an ocean view out the window. Not bad for a girl who had spent the past month gazing out at a rank old cemetery in a room more appropriate for a hospital than a school.

But then, at least that rank cemetery and that room had meant she was with Daniel. And 21 now she was back to starting from scratch. Sterile chic, as Callie had once said. This room, on the other hand—there was something about it that was strangely … groovy.

Wait, how did you know my name? She pictured Shelby darting across a whole network of ledges on the roof to get back here in the middle of the night. Shelby made a show of yawning. Especially not Lucinda Price. Luce wanted to know what it meant. And where Shelby had been until three. And who were the Nephilim kids? But though Arriane had seemed intimidating and even a little dangerous, there had been something charmingly off-kilter about her from the start. Shelby popped off the bed and lumbered into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

After digging through her duffel bag to find her toothbrush, Luce followed her in and gestured sheepishly at the toothpaste. She spat out a mouthful of froth. Not one brush of an angel wing. Not one kiss of his lips. Luce needed the girl to help jog her memory. She must have been dreaming about Daniel.

Next time, try enunciating. You coming or what? Shelby shrugged. Whatever takes the least amount of time. She would have liked to spend a few more minutes on her first-day-of-school look, but she just grabbed her backpack and followed Shelby out the door. The dormitory hallway was different in the daylight. Everywhere she looked were bright, oversized windows with ocean views, or built-in bookshelves crammed full of thick, colorful hardcover books.

Every few steps, the hallway seemed to split off into small tributary hallways, with spiral staircases leading further into the dimly lit maze. Two flights of stairs and what looked like one secret door later, Luce and Shelby stepped through a set of double-paned French windows and into the daylight. It smelled like the ocean, but not really like home. Less briny, more chalky than the East Coast shore.

This lawn was bordered on three sides by thick blue hydrangea bushes, and on the fourth by the steep, straight drop into the sea. As they approached the terrace, Luce saw another building, a long, rectangular structure with wooden shingles and cheery yellow-trimmed windowpanes. It was certainly the nicest mess Luce had ever seen. The terrace was filled with whitewashed iron lawn furniture and about a hundred of the most laid-back-looking students Luce had ever seen.

Most of them had their shoes kicked off, their feet propped up on the tables as they dined on elaborate breakfast dishes. Eggs Benedict, fruit-topped Belgian waffles, wedges of rich-looking, flaky spinach-flecked quiche. Kids were reading the paper, gabbing on cell phones, playing croquet on the lawn.

Luce knew from rich kids at Dover, but East Coast rich kids were pinched and snotty, not sun-kissed and carefree. The whole scene looked more like the first day of summer than a Tuesday in early November. Luce wished she could turn to Arriane now.

It would be good to be able to laugh. Looking around, she accidentally caught the eyes of a couple of students. A pretty girl with olive skin, a polka-dot dress, and a green scarf tied in her glossy black hair. A sandy-haired guy with broad shoulders tackling an enormous stack of pancakes.

But … neither one of these kids glared at her. The biggest surprise about Shoreline was not the crystal sunshine or the cushy breakfast terrace or the buckets-of-money aura hovering over everyone. It was that the students here were smiling. Well, most of them were smiling. When Shelby and Luce reached an unoccupied table, Shelby picked up a small placard and flung it to the ground.

Luce leaned sideways to see the word RESERVED written on it just as a kid their age in a full-on black-tie waiter suit approached them with a silver tray. Gotta slave to get by. She picked up the San Francisco Chronicle from the middle of the table and unfolded the front page with a yawn. It was right around then that Luce had had enough. She was tall, with an imperious bearing, and was put together with a style that came across as effortless.

Her lips were glossy pink. She wore a cool fitted black sheath dress with a blue belt and matching peep-toe stilettos.

It was the kind of outfit that would make anyone feel dowdy by comparison. And maybe not worn her mud-crusted Converses. Luce just cleared her throat.

Most of our gifted students just ease right in. Or just lean on Shelby. Her laugh was a gruff, gravelly thing, the kind of chortle Luce would have expected from an old man, a lifetime smoker, not a teenage yoga enthusiast. Luce could feel her face pinching up into a scowl. She belonged with real people, people with soul instead of squash rackets, who knew what life was like.

She belonged with Daniel. She still had no idea what she was doing here, other than hiding out very temporarily while Daniel took care of his … war. After that, he was going to take her back home. Or something. Enjoy breakfast! When she was gone, Shelby took a big slurp of her coffee and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Part of her wanted to find another table.

There were happy buzzes of conversation going on all around her. But she was confused by what Francesca had said. Why pitch Shelby as some great roommate when it was clear the girl was a total hater? She raised one giant eyebrow. So what if I have a few questions? She folded and set down the paper and 25 leaned back in her chair.

Every semester, they wage a campaign. And every semester, Francesca has to make up some bunk unpassable test to keep him out. That means anything with angel in its DNA.

Mortals, immortals, transeternals. We try not to discriminate. Would you want to be called a nephil? It sounds like a bag you carry your shame in. No, thanks.

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She just seemed kind of coarse and cranky. Do you go on to angel college after this? A lot of kids take a year off and do Nephilim Corps. You get to travel, have a fling with a foreigner, et cetera. The girl whose big-shot boyfriend pulled some strings. Was that … the truth? Just leave me out of it, okay? Maybe she and Shelby needed to rewind again. Suddenly, the girl with the green scarf was standing before her, grinning and nudging another girl forward.

Luce glanced past them, but Shelby was already far away—and probably not worth catching up to. Up close, the green-scarf girl looked kind of like a young Salma Hayek, with full lips and an even fuller chest. The other girl, with her pale coloring, hazel eyes, and short black hair, looked kind of like Luce. She had very small white teeth and was using them to hold a couple of sequin-tipped bobby pins while she twisted a few dark tendrils into little knots.

Ohmigod, what was Cam like? I saw him once at this death metal concert … of course, I was too nervous to introduce myself. This is Jasmine. How could you think this was interesting?

We are reading this book and picturing two wobbly blobs of nothing slowly revolve around each other. It's like sitting through a ten-hour video of the moon revolving around the earth in real-time. Like, nothing but that. Just one rock moving around the other rock. It seems like it might be mildly interesting and then when you actually experience it, it's just what it says on the tin. One rock going around another rock. This just got so existential.

And I get it. I get Kate trying to portray that Luce wants her own life and her own independence. But this is not living or being independent. Free thinking is not about bleaching your hair or crying about an eighteen-day relationship hiatus as if the thing that got removed for eighteen days was not your boyfriend but all the skin on your face; it's about seeking out your interests and figuring out what path you want to take in life, not your first-world problems with your pushy, overbearing boyfriend.

I mean seriously. This book reads like a pamphlet on white cishet rich people's problems. On the portrayal of healthy relationships: take a look at Steven and Francesca's horrible dynamic. Francesca and Steven apparently do nothing but hatefuck and talk about how they'll kill each other "when the time comes".

How is this even a thing? And continuity? What is continuity? We have the Announcers which function as deus ex machina and an easy out for exposition but there isn't even a cover story to try to hide that they're a plot device painted the colour of a plot device wearing a sandwich board across which the words "PLOT DEVICE" are written.

What are they? Time warps? And what was the conflict here? The Outcasts? The Elders? The demons? Luce and Daniel? The end is another whole big thing, but simply because I don't know how on earth we managed to reach that conclusion. Is Kate trying to tell us that the best way to resolve the problems right in front of our faces is to run away from them?

Luce suddenly jumps inside the Announcer and no one bothers to stop her without even the courtesy of an explanation. This is following a battle wherein she demonstrates some good old-fashioned Mary-Sue 'I'm going to battle even if you tell me not to, then pretend like I saved the day when really I did nothing'. Do Francescas face if she found out where we were right now.

Miless command sounded cheerful, but Shelby knew that inside he was gutted. Still, she would play along. She rolled out of the puddle, propped herself on her elbows, stuck out her chest, and pinched up her nose. And I suppose youre going to deny that you were purposely attempting to disgrace Shorelines legacy? Im absolutely loath to imagine what the faaancypants board of directors will say. And have I mentioned that I broke a nail on an Announcers edge trying to track you two down Now, now, Frankie.

Miles helped Shelby up from the mud as he deepened his voice to do his best impersonation of Steven, Francescas slightly more relaxed demon husband. Lets not be too hard on the Nephilim. A single semester of scrubbing toilets really should teach them their lesson. After all, their mistake began with noble intentions. Shelby swallowed, feeling a somberness settle over her. Theyd been a team, the three of them. Teams stuck together. We didnt give up on her, Miles said softly. You heard what Daniel said.

He is the only one who can find her. You think hes found her yet? I hope so. He said he would. But But what? Miles paused. Luce was pretty mad when she left everyone in the backyard. Shelby stared at mud-slicked Miles, knowing how much he hadat one pointtruly cared about Luce.

Admittedly, Shelby hadnt ever felt that way about anyone. In fact, she was legendary for choosing the absolute worst guys to date.

If she hadnt fallen for him, the Outcasts wouldnt have tracked Luce down and she wouldnt have had to jump through the Announcer, and Miles and Shelby wouldnt be stuck here right now. Covered in mud. But that wasnt the point. The point was: Shelby was amazed that Miles wasnt more bitter about seeing Luce in mega-love with someone else.

But he wasnt. That was Miles. Shell forgive him, Shelby finally said. If someone loved me enough to dive through multiple millennia just to find me, Id get over myself. Oh, thats all it would take? Miles elbowed her.

On impulse, she swatted his stomach with the back of her hand. It was the way she and her mom teased each other, like best friends or something. But Shelby was usually a lot more reserved with people outside her nuclear family. Miles interrupted her thoughts. Right now you and I need to focus on getting to town, finding an angel who can help us, and making our way home.

It was a small wooden structure with a swinging sign of weathered wood, and big barrels of ale lined up against its walls. Shelby and Miles had jogged past hundreds of trees stripped of their leaves by the cold, and melting patches of muddy snow on the pocked, winding road to the city.

There really wasnt all that much to see. In fact, they had even lost sight of the cart after Shelby got a stitch in her side and had to slow down, but now, serendipitously, they spotted it parked outside the tavern.

Thats our guy, Shelby said under her breath. He probably stopped in for a drink. Well just snatch the hat back and be on our way. Miles nodded, but as they slipped around the back of the cart, Shelby spotted the man in the fur vest inside the doorway, and her heart sank.

She couldnt hear what he was saying, but he held Miless hat in his hands and was showing it off to the innkeeper as proudly as if it were a rare gem. Oh, Miles said, disappointed.

Then he straightened his shoulders. You know what, Ill get another one. Mmmm, right. Shelby swatted the canvas tarp of the mans wagon in frustration.

The force of her blow sent a corner billowing up. For just a second, she caught a glimpse of a heap of boxes inside. She snaked her head under the tarp.

Underneath, it was cold and a little fetid, crammed with odds and ends. There were wooden cages filled with sleeping speckled hens, heavy sacks of feed, a burlap bag of mismatched iron tools, and loads of wooden boxes.

She tried the lid of one of the boxes, but it wouldnt budge. What are you doing? Miles asked. Shelby gave a crooked smile. Having an idea. Reaching for something that looked like a small crowbar in the sack of tools, she pried open the lid of the closest box. Thats a bingo. If were going into town, these clothes might make the wrong statement. She flicked the pocket of her green hoodie for effect.

Dont you think? Back under the tarp she found some simple garments, which looked faded and worn, probably outgrown by the drivers family back home.

She tossed little gems out at Miles, who scrambled to catch everything. But what are you going to wear? Miles joked. Shelby had to rummage through a half dozen more boxes full of rags, bent nails, and smooth stones before she found anything that would work for Miles. Finally, she pulled out a simple blue robe made of stiff, coarse wool. It would keep him warm against this buffeting wind; it was long enough to cover his Nikes; and for some reason it occurred to Shelby that the color was perfect for his eyes.

Shelby unzipped her green hoodie and slung it over the back of the cart. Goose bumps rose on her bare arms as she tugged the billowing dress over her jeans and tank top. Miles still looked reluctant. I feel weird stealing stuff that guy was probably taking into town to sell, he whispered. Karma, Miles. He stole your hat. No, he found my hat. What if hes got a family to support? Shelby whistled under her breath. Youd never make it a day on skid row, kidshe shruggedunless you had me there to look after you.

Look, compromise, well repay something else to the cosmos. My sweater. She chucked the green hoodie into the box. Who knows? Miles held the taupe bonnet above Shelbys head. But it wouldnt fit over her ponytail, so he tugged on the elastic band. Her blond hair tumbled down her shoulders. Now she felt self-conscious. Her hair was a complete beast. She never wore it down. But Miless eyes lit up as he placed the bonnet on her head.

He gallantly held out his hand. Might I have the pleasure of accompanying you into this fair city? If Luce had been here, back when all three of them were still just good friends and things were a little less complicated, Shelby would have known just how to joke back.

Luce would have put on her sweet, demure damsel-in-distress voice and called Miles her knight in shining armor or some crap like that, to which Shelby could have added something sarcastic, and then everyone would have burst out laughing, and the weird tension Shelby felt across her shoulders, the tightness in her chestit would have gone away.

Everything would have felt normal, whole.The return home was bittersweet. Would she be awake? Luce just cleared her throat. And, through this, the only question I was really interested in: How was Luce's parent's walk? Vogliamo parlare poi del suo comportamento? Ci viene spiegato poco o almeno ci viene confermato tutto quello che avevamo capito da soli ma, delle domande vere e proprie, nisba e ci lasciano a chiederci: She really wanted to not be fighting with Daniel right now.

Francesca Professor of Shoreline along with Steven. Her hair was a complete beast. What are your thoughts about these quotes?

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