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Becca Fitzpatrick is the author of Black Ice, Dangerous Lies, and the Hush, Hush saga, including Hush, Hush; Crescendo; Silence; and Finale—all of which debuted as New York Times bestsellers. Umnij dom diplomnij proekt 1. She graduated college with a degree in health, which she promptly abandoned for storytelling. Becca Fitzpatrick is the New York Times bestselling author of the HUSH, HUSH series, BLACK ICE and DANGEROUS LIES.
Full text of ' / finale V ALSO BYBECCA FITZPATRICK Hush, Hush Crescendo Silence V finale BECCA FITZPATRICK E CONCLUSION TO THE INTERMATIONALLY SIMON AND SCHUSTER First published in Great Britain by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 201 A CBS COMPANY Originally published in the USA in 2012 by Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers, an imprint of Simon & Schuster Children's Division, New York. Copyright ©2012 byBecca Fitzpatrick This book is copyright under the Berne Convention. No reproduction without permission.
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Prologue EARLIER TODAY SCOTT DIDN’T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS. DEAD MEN stayed in the grave. But the tunnels crisscrossing under Delphic Amusement Park, echoing with rustling, whispered sounds, made him rethink. He didn’t like that his mind traveled to Harrison Grey. He didn’t want to be reminded of his role in a man’s murder. Moisture dripped from the low ceiling. Scott thought of blood.
The fire from his torch cast skittish shadows on walls that smelled of cold, fresh earth. He thought of graves. An icy current tickled the back of his neck. Over his shoulder, he gave the darkness a long, distrustful look. Nobody knew he’d sworn an oath to Harrison Grey to protect Nora. Since he couldn’t say, “Hey, man, sorry for getting you killed,” in person, he’d defaulted to vowing to watch over Harrison’s daughter.
When it came to decent apologies, it didn’t make the cut, not really, but it was the best he could think of. Scott wasn’t even sure an oath to a dead man held any weight. But the hollow sounds behind him made him think it did.
“You coming?” Scott could just make out the dark outline of Dante’s shoulders ahead. “How much longer?” “Five minutes.” Dante chuckled. “Scared?” “Stiff.” Scott jogged to catch up. “What happens at the meeting?
I’ve never done this before,” he added, hoping he didn’t sound as stupid as he felt. “Higher-ups want to meet Nora. She’s their leader now.” “So the Nephilim have accepted that the Black Hand is dead?” Scott didn’t fully believe it himself. The Black Hand was supposed to be immortal. All Nephilim were. So who’d found a way to kill him? Scott didn’t like the answer he kept going back to.
If Nora had done this— If Patch had helped her— It didn’t matter how carefully they’d covered their tracks. They’d miss something. Everyone always did.
It was only a matter of time. If Nora had murdered the Black Hand, she was in danger. “They’ve seen my ring,” Dante answered. Download game java real football manager 2015 untuk hp nokia android 2017.
Scott had seen it too. The enchanted ring had sizzled like it had blue fire trapped under the crown. Even now it glowe mid a cold, dying blue. According to Dante, the Black Hand had prophesied it would be the sign of his death. “Have they found a body?” “No.” “And they’re cool with Nora leading them?” Scott pressed. “She’s nothing like the Black Hand.” “She swore a blood oath to him last night.
It kicked in the moment he died. She’s their leader, even if they don’t like it. They can replace her, but they’ll test her out first and try to figure out why Hank chose her.” Scott didn’t like the sound of that. “And if they replace her?” Dante flashed a dark gaze over his shoulder. Terms of the oath.” “We’re not going to let that happen.” “No.” “So everything’s cool.” Scott needed confirmation that Nora was safe. “As long as she plays along.” Scott recalled Nora’s argument from earlier in the day.
I’ll meet the Nephilim. And I’ll make my position clear: Hank may have started this war, but I’m finishing it. And this war is ending in ceasefire. I don’t care if that’s not what they want to hear. He squeezed the bridge of his nose—he had a lot of work to do.
He trudged forward, keeping his eyes out for puddles. They rippled like oily kaleidoscopes, and the last one he’d accidentally stepped in had soaked him up to the ankle.