Fitzpatrick, Becca. Crescendo / Becca Fitzpatrick. — 1st ed. p. cm. Sequel to: Hush, hush. Summary: Sixteen-year-old Nora Grey struggles to face the truth while. Read "The Complete Hush, Hush Saga Hush, Hush; Crescendo; Silence; Finale" by Becca Fitzpatrick available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get $5 off. Hush Hush (Book 1 - in english) - dokument [*.pdf] Hush, Hush BECCA FITZPATRICK PROLOGUE LOIRE VALLEY, FRANCE NOVEMBER CHAUNCEY.
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Hush, Hush. Page 3. Becca Fitzpatrick. Page 4 GOD SPARED NOT THE ANGELS. THAT SINNED, BUT CAST THEM. DOWN TO HELL, AND DELIVERED . Hush, Hush. By .Becca Fitzpatrick For Heather, Christian, and Michael. Our childhood was nothing if not imaginative. And to Just. Hush, Hush. Crescendo Copyright (c) by Becca Fitzpatrick. All rights reserved Hushed voices murmured not of a redeemer, but of a ruthless dictator.
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The Initiate. Black Ice. Becca Fitzpatrick. He tore a silver buckle off his shoe, placed it in the girl's palm, and watched her scurry away, mud slinging on her skirts. Then he tugged on his boots and started for home. Chauncey stepped easily over the sunken gravesand humus of the cemetery; even in the thickest fog he could find his way home from here and not fear getting lost. There was no fog tonight, but the darkness and onslaught of rain were deceiving enough.
There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height.
Neither stone normarble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet werebare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down fromthe monument, the ends of his black hair dripping rain. It slid down hisface, which was dark as a Spaniard's. Chauncey's hand crept to the hilt of his sword.
Give it. My father was the Duc de Langeais.
I'm the Duc de Langeais now," he added clumsily, and cursed himself for it. The boy gave a lazy shake of his head. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy tomemory. He suddenly lookedolder than Chauncey had presumed, maybe even a year or two older thanChauncey. Chauncey felt a clench of fear in his stomach. Bursts of gold and red poppedbehind his eyes.
Hunched with his fingernails grinding into his thighs, he looked up at the boy, blinking and gasping, trying to make sense of what was happening. His mind reeled like it was no longer his to command.
The boy crouched to level their eyes.
I need something from you. I won't leave until I have it. Do you understand? He tried to spit at the boy, but it trickled down his chin, his tongue refusing to obey him. The boy clasped his hands around Chauncey's; their heat scorched him and he cried out. His right knee buckled as ifkicked from behind, though no one was there, and he stumbled forwardinto the mud.
He bent sideways and retched. Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what hehad to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for thishumiliation. The boy raised Chauncey to his feet.
During the two weeks between new andfull moons, I'll need your service. Chauncey had a profane retort on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowedit.
His next words were spoken with icy venom. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal. A fearsome and powerful race. A chill that wasn't entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey. Kneeling there, blinking up through the rain, he saw two thick scars on the back ofthe boy's naked torso. They narrowed to form an upside-down V. Chauncey did notneed the confirmation.
Mysteriously adhered to the chalkboard was a Barbie doll, with Ken ather side. They'd been forced to link arms and were naked except for artificial leaves placed in a few choice locations.
Scribbled above their heads in thick pink chalk was the invitation: Pictures of this in the eZine would be all the evidenceI'd need to get the board of education to ax biology. And then we'd have this hour to do something productive-like receive one-on-one tutoringfrom cute upperclass guys. As in virgin? Coach McConaughy grabbed the whistle swinging from a chain aroundhis neck and blew it. It's science. And what is science? Coach's eyes tracked down the front row, stopping at me.
He walked over and jabbed his index finger on the table in front of me. I sounded like I was auditioning for the audiobook of our text. But I'd been in Coach's class long enough not to get my hopes up. We all bit back laughter while Coach pointed a warning finger at the offender.
I knew what she was thinking. That he had no idea how much we knew about each other. And I don't just mean the secrets we entomb in our diaries. Vee is my un-twin.
She's green-eyed, minky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky- eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that holds its own against eventhe best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread that ties us together; both of us swear that tie began longbefore birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.
Coach looked out at the class. You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
Which is why, today, we're creating a new seating chart. It's April. As in, it's almost the end of the year. You can't pull this kind of stuff now. And if you fail my class, you'll be right back here next year, where I'll be pulling this kind of stuff all over again. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss. Apparently immune to it, Coach brought his whistle to his lips, and we got the idea. Those in the front row-yes, including you, Vee- move to the back.
I bit my lip and waved a small farewell.
Then I turned slightly, checking out the room behind me. I knew the names of all my classmates The transfer.
Coach never called on him, and he seemed to prefer it that way. He sat slouched one table back, cool black eyes holding a steady gaze forward. Just like always. I didn't for one moment believe he just sat there, day after day, staring into space. He was thinking something, but instinct told me I probably didn't want to know what. He set his bio text down on the table and slid into Vee's old chair.
I smiled. I'm Nora. Myheart fumbled a beat and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darknessseemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant, but Iwas still staring at him. His smile wasn't friendly. It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise. I focused on the chalkboard.