Hi, guys! I'm Lucia from iLive, iLaugh, iLove Books. I'm so excited to be a part of this because I loved Angelfire. Thanks to Momo for doing this! She's an awesome person. Really.
I cried out and my chair slipped out from under me. The racket echoed through the classroom as my butt hit the floor and the chair crashed.#2: She's also really smart.
Everyone around me was silent, too shocked to laugh, but I didn't dare look up. My entire body flushed with heat.
Oh God, oh God... Both my hands covered my face as I sat on the floor, absolutely mortified.
"Holy crap, Ellie, are you okay?" asked my table partner.
I looked up to see his face peering down at me. "The chair... it slipped."
[Ellie] "I thought you were going to punch that guy."#3: She could seriously be my best friend.
"If he touched you, I would've."
I blinked in surprise. "Well, he didn't."
He huffed. "Good."
I tried not to laugh. Landon had been my friend since the sixth grade, but he was a boy, and boys made no sense to me.
After my mom had organized the purchase and we were ready to head home, I hopped into the driver's seat of my birthday present. The interior was wrapped in smooth, cool leather and I let myself sink into it.#4: One word: badass. (Wait, is that one word, or two? Or a hyphenated one?)
Mom dipped her head to smile at me through the driver's-side window.
"I'm going to name him Marshmallow," I announced.
My mom raised an eyebrow. "Marshmallow?"
"Yes, and he loves it."
I grabbed one of my swords and charged. The reaper saw me coming and threw her paw into my face, snapping my head to the side. I ground my teeth bitterly, reeled my arm back, and pounded my fist into her jaw as hard as I could. Instead of just breaking again, her jaw flung free from her skull and skidded across the pavement in a spray of blood.#5: This book has those "awwww" sad moments.
Another reaper came out of nowhere. It sprang from the shadows at my left, its fangs a flash of white in the dark, but Will swept his own sword through the air between us, stopping my breath. His giant blade sliced through the reaper's neck, sending its head spiraling high over me as it hardened to stone. The head and body hit the pavement and smashed into a thousand stony pieces.
I spun back around as the first reaper reared onto her hind legs, swinging her head in a rage, and I slammed my sword through her ribcage. As the fiery blade struck her heart, she crumpled to all fours. She wheezed and gagged just before her shuddering body erupted into flames and she was gone forever.
The pink music box my dad had given me when I was seven sat between a pair of scented candles and a birthday card my grandmother had sent me earlier in the week. I got up, walked to my dresser, and lifted the top of the music box. The little plastic ballerina inside unfolded and stood. I lifted the box and turned the key on the bottom. Delicate music began to play, and the ballerina turned slowly. I watched her dance for a few moments, wondering how my life had gotten this way, how my dad had turned into such a hateful person. I loved that music box, now mostly because it reminded me of the wonderful father the man downstairs used to be. I'd have given anything to turn back the clock on the last ten years of my life- and that wasn't something someone my age should have to feel.#6: Nerds.
"Nathaniel is in charge of the rare books here," Will explained.#7: Kick-butt nerds.
"Correct," Nathaniel added. "I can basically bring in any books I want and keep them here. I have a few volumes documenting reapers throughout history. I'm also a collector of antiquities, and that's how I make my money, since I only volunteer here. I like old things, probably because I am very old myself. You'd be surprised how lucrative it is to buy a few ugly paintings and sell them to billionaires a hundred years later. Tens of millions of dollars for an original Picasso are nothing to sneeze at."
Nathaniel grabbed it, spun around, pumped the shotgun once, and blasted Ivar square in the chest, knocking her back a few steps.#8: Will.
I nodded and took a deep breath. "You'd better take off. I don't think it would be a good idea to walk back with ripped-up clothes and you with me. It might look bad."#9: More Will.
"Good thinking," he said. "I'll be close."
He touched my shoulder. "You still look beautiful in your dress."
When I turned to face him, he was gone. Again.
Will sat in a chair against the wall with an acoustic guitar in his hands. I studied the way his hands moved quickly, fluid and precise like ripples on water, the muscles in his arms tight and defined. The way his head bobbed and his foot tapped the floor with the beat captivated me. I recognized the song, though I couldn't quite place it. But the name of the song didn't really matter. I was entranced. It was kind of sexy watching him play. Sexy and beautiful, like every other aspect of him.#10: Oh, Will...
He dropped his hand to mine, his body so close to mine I could hardly stand it. "If we're separated-if I lose you-I'll find you," he breathed, his cheek touching mine gently, lighting tiny fireworks on my skin.And there you have it! Reasons why I love Angelfire. I hoped you enjoyed all those excerpts... especially the Will ones... Oh, sigh.
Do you not have enough of this book? (I'm not that surprised, frankly.) Check out my review on Angelfire. Wings of the Wicked will be out January 31st! Squee!
I thought this was appropriate to share today because if you still haven't picked up Angelfire, Lucia graciously listed a few reasons as to why you definitely should. Also, because Wings of the Wicked's book birthday is tomorrow, baby! So, if all my celebrating and whatnot got you stoked to read Wings of the Wicked, definitely pick up Angelfire and Wings of the Wicked tomorrow! I dare you to! ;)
Before I close out this post, I have one more quote to share with you that I stumbled upon on Lucia's review of Angelfire.
Will held up his hand. "I've changed my mind. I'll take a root bear float."
She flashed a quick smile and fluttered away.
"A root bear float?" I asked. "What are you, five?"
"They're my favorite."
"A root bear float?" I repeated. "You're six hundred years old and a root beer float is your favorite food?"
He shrugged. "You wanted me to be normal and order something, so I did."
"That is still weird."
Oh Will, you're....I LOVE YOU. <333
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