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Tra i suoi libri più noti c'è Fallen, omonimo della saga di Fallen, cui Link diretto alla recensione complessiva di Fallen in Love, Rapture e. LAUREN KATE is the internationally bestselling author of the Teardrop novels, the Fallen series—Fallen, Torment, Passion, Rapture, and Fallen in Love—and. See also: The Fallen Shorts series. Fallen (Fallen, #1), Torment (Fallen, #2), Passion (Fallen, #3), Fallen in Love (Fallen, #), Rapture (Fallen, #4).
She is one of Lucifer's closest demons and tries to pull Arriane to Lucifer's side so they can be together. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Retrieved 18 October Fallen in Love by Lauren Kate". Once Upon a Bookcase. Books on Tape.
Works by Lauren Kate. Teardrop Last Day of Love Waterfall Fallen Retrieved from " https: Young adult fantasy novels American novels Angel novels. Hidden categories: Books with missing cover. Namespaces Article Talk. His pitch faltered on the extended last syllable of Valentine, and he took a great gulp of air before beginning again.
Then his song broke off abruptly. Whats this? Shelby could see that his hands were chapped and red from the cold as they tugged roughly on the horses reins to slow them. The rail-thin animals neighed, coming to a stop just short of Miless bright blue baseball cap. No, no, no, Shelby muttered under her breath. Miless face had gone pale. The man shimmied fatly off the bench, his boots landing in the thick mud.
He walked toward Miless hat, bent down with another grunt, and swooped it up in the blink of an eye. Shelby heard Miles swallow hard. A quick swipe against the mans already filthy trousers and the cap was halfway clean. Without a word, he turned and mounted the carts bench again, tucking the hat inside the tarp behind him.
Shelby looked down at herself and her green hoodie. She tried to imagine this mans reaction if she were to pop out from behind a tree wearing weird clothes from the future and try to take back his prize.
It was not a calming idea. Oh, Miles. Im sorry. Now we definitely have to follow him, Miles said, a little desperate.
Shelby asked. Its just a hat. But then she looked at Miles. She still wasnt used to seeing his face. The cheeks Shelby used to think of as babyish seemed stronger, more angular, and his irises were speckled with a new intensity. She could tell by his crestfallen expression that it definitely wasnt just a hat to him.
Whether it held special memories or was simply a good-luck talisman, she didnt know. But she would do anything to get that look off his face. Okay, she blurted out. Lets go get it. Before Shelby knew what was happening, Miles had slipped his hand through hers.
It felt strong and assured and a little impulsiveand then he tugged her toward the road. Come on! She resisted for an instant, but then her eyes accidentally locked with Miless, and they were super-crazy blue, and Shelby felt a wave of exhilaration kick in.
Then they were running down a snow-dotted medieval road, moving past crop fields that were dead for the winter, covered in a sleek sheet of white that draped the trees and spotted the dirt road.
Hand in hand, pink-cheeked, chapped-lipped, laughing for no reason Shelby could ever have put into wordslaughing so hard she nearly forgot what they were about to do.
But then, when Miles called out, Jump! For a moment, it almost felt like she was flying. A knotty log formed the back ledge of the cart, barely wide enough to balance on. Their feet skimmed it, landing there by sheer, graceless luck For a moment. Then the cart hit a rut and rattled fiercely, and Miless foot slipped and Shelby lost her grip on the canvas tarp. Her fingers slipped and her body flailed and she and Miles were flung backward, sailing downward, into the mud.
Shelby grunted. Her rib cage throbbed. She wiped the cold mud from her eyes and spat out a mouthful of the dingy stuff. She looked up at the cart growing smaller in the distance. Miless hat was gone. Are you okay? He wiped his face with the hem of his T-shirt. When she nodded, he grinned. 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. But it was just Shelby and Miles. They turned to face the black stone walls around the city, which surrounded a high central keep. The air smelled like coal and moldy hay.
Music came from inside the wallsa lyre maybe, some soft-skinned drums.