5/12/2023 0 Comments Nevermore by James Patterson![]() ![]() ![]() You were ready.Īngel squinted into the darkness. She traced her fingers along her scars and fought back the memories.ĭespite the warnings from nature-the earthquakes, the floods-despite all the efforts of science-Angel winced, remembering the scalpels and fluorescent lightbulbs and blindingly white sheets-despite everything, in the end, the earth had been savagely claimed back for nature.Īnd despite Max's missions and the flock's preparations over the years, they still hadn't been ready.īut then, who could ever really be ready for the end of the world? She had endured enough panic to last her a lifetime.Īngel hugged her knees to her chest and folded her dingy white wings around herself, cocoon-like. There had been plenty of screaming, fire and brimstone, and panic. ![]() Wasn't noise what the apocalypse was supposed to be about?īut there had been chaos, Angel reminded herself. ![]() Shouldn't there be the din of destruction thundering around her? The crash of buildings sinking into rubble? Inconsolable wails mourning all that was lost? That the world as they'd known it had gone so quietly, slipping into the ether like an old, beaten dog, was disconcerting, to say the least. Her wings were spread out behind her, her ravaged legs swinging into nothingness, her ears straining in the strange new silence. IT WAS NIGHT, and Angel was perched on the hot surface of the scorched rock cliff. ![]()
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