It’s been six weeks since angels of the apocalypse descended to demolish the modern world. Street gangs rule the day while fear and superstition rule the night. When warrior angels fly away with a helpless little girl, her seventeen-year-old sister Penryn will do anything to get her back.
Anything, including making a deal with an enemy angel.
Raffe is a warrior who lies broken and wingless on the street. After eons of fighting his own battles, he finds himself being rescued from a desperate situation by a half-starved teenage girl.
Traveling through a dark and twisted Northern California, they have only each other to rely on for survival. Together, they journey toward the angels’ stronghold in San Francisco where she’ll risk everything to rescue her sister and he’ll put himself at the mercy of his greatest enemies for the chance to be made whole again.
I had mixed feelings about this book. It was a very interesting concept, and I loved the protagonist. But toward the end of the book it got kind of…. sick. Like graphically sick. The world building was interesting, but it didn’t feel consistent. I would expect society to have completely crumbled a year or two after an attack like this, but world-wide in a matter of months? Again, I don’t doubt the devastation the angels can wreak upon a society, but I think people, even defeated people, would cling to normal life longer and try to stick to a regular society before going completely nuts and becoming street gangs roaming in the darkness.
Or maybe they would, but I needed more background to see WHY it got so bad so fast. Especially because life alongside the angels in the city seemed semi-normal. Humans are way subservient, but life seemed semi-normal.
I don’t know. I’m going to give the second book a shot when it comes out, because the characters are worth it. But I just couldn’t get a firm grasp on the world and it got really really gross at the end.