I'm like, one of two who was just "meh" about book 1, so let's see how book 2 feels.
Pages 1-50. Too many people I don't give a fuck about. Penryn's got her sword and is all bad-ass but I can't really keep anyone straight right now.
Where are the fucking angels? Give me my angels.
But I know him. Even with his new demon wings, I know him.
Everything about him—his pace, his arched wings, his shaded face—is the perfect nightmare image of the devil stalking his prey.
Even though I’m sure it’s Raffe, my heart stutters with fear at the sight of him.
This is not the Raffe I’ve come to know.