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Dedicated to readers like Penryn who
have it tough at home, who had to grow
up fast due to life circumstances, and
who have no idea how much potential
they really have. You are being fire
forged, just like Penryn. And like her,
you can turn your greatest trials into
your greatest strengths.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
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Chapter 5
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TALENT SHOW
Dont miss the biggest thing since
the last Oscars!
Bigger than the Great Attack! Bigger
than Obis ego! Bigger than Bodens
BO!
Come one, come all
To the greatest show of all!
I should go.
Turn around and leave this place.
But my feet feel like theyre rooted to
the sidewalk. I stand there, worried.
Worried that its a trap, worried that I
wont see him again, worried that he is
yet again in the hands of his enemies.
Im so lost in all the things that might
happen that I dont hear the footsteps
behind me until theyre too close for me
to run.
People step out from behind buildings.
One, five, twenty. Theyre all dressed in
sheets, and their heads are shaved.
You missed them, I say. They
werent much to look at anyway.
They walk toward me from all sides.
Were not here for them, one of them
says. The top of his head is more tanned
than the others like hes been shaving
his for some time. The masters like to
do their business in private. We
understand that.
The masters?
The group keeps closing in on me, and
I start to feel trapped. But these are cult
members, not street gangs. They dont
exactly have a reputation for attacking
people. Still, I put my hand on my teddy
bear hanging at my hip.
No, were not here for them, I hear a
womans voice say. No one has a
bounty on your angel friend. Then I see
her the woman who offered herself up
to Paige.
I guess I should have let her eat you.
The woman glares at me as though I
humiliated her by saving her life.
I pull off the bear and wrap my hand
around the sword handle. Its cold and
hard and ready for battle. But Im
hesitant to use it on them. We all have
more than enough enemies trying to kill
us already without going after each
other.
I back away from Tan Head. The
circle tightens. Are you really going to
harm the sister of the Great One?
Hopefully, they believe in their own
story.
No, we mean you no harm, says Tan
Head. He reaches for me.
I step away and pull out my sword.
A hand holding a damp cloth reaches
around me from behind and clamps
down over my mouth and nose. The cloth
reeks of something awful that shoots
straight into my head and makes the
world fuzzy.
I try to struggle.
I knew it was a trap. I just hadnt
realized the trap was for me.
My thoughts turn into a jumbled mess.
The sharp scent of chemicals, the
burning of the fumes going down my
throat these are the last things I
remember as the world fades into
darkness.
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Stop!
Everyone turns to see who shouted that
command. The tone is almost
irresistible.
I keep one eye on Beliel while trying
to see whats going on. Blood drips
down into my eye, and I have to blink
several times before I see what everyone
else sees.
Theres now a gap in the dome letting
the light in. A pair of large snowy wings
glides through, blocking out the sun.
Raffes perfect form comes into view.
He is both the Raffe I know and a
terrifying stranger. He looks like a
pissed-off demigod. Ive only glimpsed
him once in this perfect angel form.
His wings are magnificent as they
sweep the air behind him white against
blue.
The angels all stare at Raffe. They
hover, silent and still except for the slow
beating of wings. A whisper echoes
through the winged crowd: Archangel
Raphael.
I hear theres an unsanctioned
election going on, says Raffe.
Theres nothing unsanctioned about
it, says Uriel. And if you had been
here, youd know that. In fact, you are
one of the candidates.
Really? And how am I doing?
A couple of angels yell out in support
of Raffe.
Youve been away too long,
Raphael. Uriel raises his voice to
address the rest of the angels. Hes too
out of touch to lead the greatest battle in
history. Does he even know that the
legendary apocalypse is about to begin?
You mean the one you artificially
created out of your lies and parlor
tricks? Raffe addresses the angels too.
Hes been lying to you all. Fabricating
monsters and manufacturing events to
pressure you into a quick and dirty
election.
Hes the one lying, says Uriel. I can
prove that I was meant to be the chosen
archangel. He raises his arms to the
crowd. God spoke to me.
The crowd bursts into a low roar as
everyone begins talking at once.
Thats right, says Uriel. I am
already the Messenger in His eyes. God
spoke to me and told me He has chosen
me to lead the great apocalypse. I waited
to tell you because I know that its
shocking. But I have no choice now that
Raphael has come back, trying to
challenge Gods will.
How many signs do we need before
youre convinced that the End of Days is
happening without us? How much of it
are you willing to miss because we
dont have an elected Messenger to lead
you into battle? Do not allow Raphael to
keep you from the glory that is rightfully
yours!
The angels closest to Uriel open their
mouths wide and begin what I can only
call singing. But its not a song with
words, just a melody. Its a gorgeous,
holy sound thats so unexpected from
these bloodthirsty warriors.
The beautiful sound ripples through
parts of the crowd as a dozen heavenly
voices join the chorus throughout the
dome. Then a group of angels shifts out
of the way, letting in a beam of sunlight.
The light hits a spot just beside Uriel.
He subtly shifts into it so that he glows.
His face splits into a genuine grin. If
nothing else, Uriel is certainly a good
showman.
Then he lowers his arms and bows
humbly. Theres something about the ray
of light shining off his head and
shoulders, the way he bows, the way he
quietly holds himself that implies that
hes communing with God. It makes me
hold my breath. Everyone else must feel
it too, because theres a hushed
expectancy.
When he lifts his head, he says, God
just spoke to me. He says the End of
Days begins now.
He sweeps his arms like a conductor.
A crash hits the cliff at the end of the
golf course. I assume its a huge wave,
but I cant see it with all the angels
blocking my way. Then they all turn to
look, and I can see the beach through the
spaces between their bodies.
The water is boiling near the shore.
Something is rising up out of the sea. At
first, I think its a cluster of animals, but
as the heads clear the water, I see that
its a single monstrosity. The waves
crash around it as if the ocean itself
were raging against this unnatural thing.
The beast shakes off the water with a
scream, and races toward us.
Its shockingly fast. In almost no time,
its close enough for me to get a good
look at it.
Laylah has outdone herself on this one.
It has seven heads clustered around the
shoulders, but one of the heads appears
dead. The one that looks dead is the
head of a man. The face is split and
trickling blood, as though he was
recently killed with an ax.
The rest of the heads are alive with
each one looking like a mix of human
and animal a leopard, an eel, a hyena,
a lion, a giant fly, and a dead-eyed
shark. The torso of the beast looks
vaguely bearlike.
And a beast shall rise up out of the
sea, says Uriel in a prophetic tone.
And upon his heads is the name of
blasphemy. Let us count the number of
the beast, for it is the number of man.
And his number is six hundred
threescore and six.
Each of the monsters heads has
numbers tattooed in a puckering scar on
its forehead.
666.
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