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Torment. byLauren Kate. Publication date PublisherDelacorte Press Borrow this book to access EPUB and PDF files. LAUREN KATE is the internationally bestselling author of the Teardrop novels, the Fallen series—Fallen, Torment, Passion, Rapture, and Fallen in Love—and. Torment (Fallen (Delacourte)) tingmisscomptarmi.tk?book= #kindle #epub #mobi #book #free.

Unforgiven Fallen 5 by Lauren Kate Dokument: epub 1. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. He drew his wings close and gazed out at the landscape. Spanish moss, white in the moonlight, hung like icicles from antebellum trees. Cinder-block buildings framed a weedy field and a pair of splintery bleachers. Wind rustled in from the sea. Not a soul on campus. What was he doing here? It was minutes after midnight, and he'd just flown in from Troy. He'd made the journey in a haze, an unknown force guiding his wings. He found himself humming a tune he hadn't let himself remember for several thousand years. Maybe he'd come back here because this was where the fallen angels had met Luce in her last, cursed life.

Instead, they chose each other.

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They gave up their immortality to spend one mortal lifetime together. Luce and Daniel were gone now, but they were still on Cam's mind. Their triumphant love made him yearn for something he dared not put into words. He was humming again. That song. Even after all this time, he remembered it,,,. He closed his eyes and saw its singer: He hadn't let himself think of her in thousands of years. Why now? No one was there.

He noticed a flicker of movement through the shattered stained-glass window on the roof. Inside the chapel, Arriane's iridescent wings flexed as she shook a can of spray paint and rose off the ground, aiming the nozzle at the wall. Her mural featured a girl in a glowing blue forest. She wore a tiered black dress and looked up at a blond boy who held out a white peony. Luce and Daniel 4ever Arriane sprayed in gothic silver letters over the bell of the girl's skirt.

Behind Arriane, a dark-skinned demon with dreadlocks was lighting a tall glass candle showing Santa Muerte, the goddess of death.

Roland was making a shrine at the site where Sophia had murdered Luce's friend Penn. Fallen angels couldn't enter sanctuaries of God. As soon as they crossed the threshold, the whole place would go up in flames, incinerating every mortal inside. But this chapel had been desanctified when Miss Sophia had moved in. Cam spread his wings and dropped through the broken window, landing behind Arriane. Roland tilted his head. I've been craving these ever since we fled this swamp.

Cam leaned against a cold marble pillar and shrugged. He'd left battlefields and coronations. He'd left the arms of exquisite girls.

Once he'd walked off a movie set. He'd dropped everything for Luce and Daniel. But now that the irresistible pull was gone, he missed it. His eternity was open wide. What was he going to do with it? Why can't we?

Who's to say we don't deserve happiness? Maybe we will again. Arriane sighed, arching her back to spread her wings and rise a few feet off the ground. A fluttering sound filled the empty church.

With deft slashes of her can of white spray paint, she added the subtlest hint of wings above Lucinda's shoulders. Before the Fall, angels' wings were made of empyreal light, all of them perfect, one pair indistinguishable from the next.

In the era since, their wings had become expressive of their personalities, their mistakes and impulses. The fallen angels who had given their allegiance to Lucifer bore golden wings. Those who had returned to the fold of Heaven bore the Throne's hint of silver throughout their fibers.

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Lucinda's wings had been special. They had been purely, stunningly white. Innocent of the choices the rest of them had made. The only other fallen angel who had preserved his white wings was Daniel.

Arriane crumpled the second taco wrapper. He'd said her name. Lilith was the only girl Cam had ever loved. He'd asked her to marry him. It hadn't worked out. He heard her song again, throbbing in his soul, blinding him with regret. Lilith was dead, too. Though Cam had never known how she had lived out her days on earth after they parted, he knew she would have left this world and ascended to Heaven long ago.

If Cam were a different kind of guy, it might have brought him peace to imagine her enfolded in joy and light. But Heaven was so painfully distant, he found it best not to think of her at all. Roland seemed to be reading his mind. His wings pulsed silently behind him.

Roland laughed softly. Arriane gaped. He had long ago accepted his destiny, but now, for the first time in millennia, he imagined something else. Thanks to Luce and Daniel, Cam had a fresh start. And only one regret. The candle tipped and shattered, its flame dwindling on the cold stone floor.

Cam shot into the sky, piercing the night, and headed toward the darkness that had been awaiting him since the moment he'd flown away from Lilith's love. Lilith woke up coughing.

It was wildfire season-it was always wildfire season-and her lungs were thick with smoke and ash from the red blaze in the hills.

Her bedside clock flashed midnight, but her thin white curtains glowed gray with dawn. The power must be out again. She thought of the biology test awaiting her in fourth period, followed immediately by the sucky fact that last night she'd brought home her American history book by mistake.

Whose idea of a cruel joke was it to assign her two textbooks with precisely the same color spine? She was going to have to wing the test and pray for a C. She slid out of bed and stepped in something warm and soft. She drew her foot up, and the smell assaulted her. Her mom called the dog a genius because of the tricks Lilith's brother, Bruce, had taught him, but Alastor was four years old and refused to learn the only trick that mattered: She turned on the shower.

Water off till 3 p. The tree roots outside were curling through their pipes, and her mom was supposed to have money to pay the plumber this afternoon, after she got a paycheck from one of her many part-time jobs. Lilith groped for toilet paper, hoping at least to wipe her foot clean. She found only a brown cardboard tube.

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Just another Tuesday. The details varied, but every day of Lilith's life was more or less the same degree of awful. She tore her mom's note from the mirror and used it to wipe her foot, then dressed in black jeans and a thin black T-shirt, not looking at her reflection. She tried to remember a single shred of what her biology teacher had said might be on the test. By the time she got downstairs, Bruce was tilting the remains of the cereal box into his mouth.

Lilith knew those stale flakes were the last morsels of food in the house. And everything. He was sick. He had always been sick. He was born too soon, with a heart that couldn't keep up with his soul, Lilith's mother liked to say. Bruce's eyes were sunken and his skin had a bluish tint because his lungs could never get enough air. When the hills were on fire, like they were every day, he wheezed at the smallest exertion.

He stayed home in bed more often than he went to school. Lilith knew Bruce needed breakfast more than she did, but her stomach still growled in protest.

Food, water, basic hygiene products-everything was scarce in the dilapidated dump they called home. She glanced through the grimy kitchen window and saw her bus pulling away from the stop.

She groaned, grabbing her guitar case and her backpack, making sure her black journal was inside. Horns blared and tires squealed as Lilith sprinted across the street without looking, like she always told Bruce not to do. Despite her terrible luck, she never worried about dying. But this chapel had been desanctified when Miss Sophia had moved in. Cam spread his wings and dropped through the broken window, landing behind Arriane. Roland tilted his head. I've been craving these ever since we fled this swamp.

Cam leaned against a cold marble pillar and shrugged. He'd left battlefields and coronations. He'd left the arms of exquisite girls. Once he'd walked off a movie set. He'd dropped everything for Luce and Daniel.

But now that the irresistible pull was gone, he missed it. His eternity was open wide. What was he going to do with it? Why can't we? Who's to say we don't deserve happiness? Maybe we will again. Arriane sighed, arching her back to spread her wings and rise a few feet off the ground.

A fluttering sound filled the empty church. With deft slashes of her can of white spray paint, she added the subtlest hint of wings above Lucinda's shoulders. Before the Fall, angels' wings were made of empyreal light, all of them perfect, one pair indistinguishable from the next. In the era since, their wings had become expressive of their personalities, their mistakes and impulses. The fallen angels who had given their allegiance to Lucifer bore golden wings.

Those who had returned to the fold of Heaven bore the Throne's hint of silver throughout their fibers. Lucinda's wings had been special. They had been purely, stunningly white. Innocent of the choices the rest of them had made. The only other fallen angel who had preserved his white wings was Daniel. Arriane crumpled the second taco wrapper. He'd said her name. Lilith was the only girl Cam had ever loved.

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He'd asked her to marry him. It hadn't worked out. He heard her song again, throbbing in his soul, blinding him with regret. Lilith was dead, too. Though Cam had never known how she had lived out her days on earth after they parted, he knew she would have left this world and ascended to Heaven long ago. If Cam were a different kind of guy, it might have brought him peace to imagine her enfolded in joy and light.

But Heaven was so painfully distant, he found it best not to think of her at all. Roland seemed to be reading his mind. His wings pulsed silently behind him. Roland laughed softly. Arriane gaped. He had long ago accepted his destiny, but now, for the first time in millennia, he imagined something else.

Thanks to Luce and Daniel, Cam had a fresh start. And only one regret. The candle tipped and shattered, its flame dwindling on the cold stone floor. Cam shot into the sky, piercing the night, and headed toward the darkness that had been awaiting him since the moment he'd flown away from Lilith's love.

Lilith woke up coughing. It was wildfire season-it was always wildfire season-and her lungs were thick with smoke and ash from the red blaze in the hills. Her bedside clock flashed midnight, but her thin white curtains glowed gray with dawn. The power must be out again. She thought of the biology test awaiting her in fourth period, followed immediately by the sucky fact that last night she'd brought home her American history book by mistake.

Whose idea of a cruel joke was it to assign her two textbooks with precisely the same color spine? She was going to have to wing the test and pray for a C.

She slid out of bed and stepped in something warm and soft. She drew her foot up, and the smell assaulted her. Her mom called the dog a genius because of the tricks Lilith's brother, Bruce, had taught him, but Alastor was four years old and refused to learn the only trick that mattered: being housebroken. She turned on the shower. Water off till 3 p. The tree roots outside were curling through their pipes, and her mom was supposed to have money to pay the plumber this afternoon, after she got a paycheck from one of her many part-time jobs.

Lilith groped for toilet paper, hoping at least to wipe her foot clean. She found only a brown cardboard tube. Just another Tuesday. The details varied, but every day of Lilith's life was more or less the same degree of awful. She tore her mom's note from the mirror and used it to wipe her foot, then dressed in black jeans and a thin black T-shirt, not looking at her reflection.

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