Dark Halo

Dark Halo

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by Shannon Dittemore
     
 

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One halo brought sight to Brielle. Another offers sweet relief from what she sees.

Brielle can’t help but see the Celestial. Even without the halo, the invisible realm is everywhere she looks. It’s impossibly beautiful—and terrifying, especially now. Because a battle rages above Stratus, Oregon.

The Terrestrial Veil is ripping, and

Overview

One halo brought sight to Brielle. Another offers sweet relief from what she sees.

Brielle can’t help but see the Celestial. Even without the halo, the invisible realm is everywhere she looks. It’s impossibly beautiful—and terrifying, especially now. Because a battle rages above Stratus, Oregon.

The Terrestrial Veil is ripping, and demons walk the streets past unseeing mortals. Dark, sticky fear drips from every face, and nightmares haunt Brielle’s sleep.

Worst of all, Jake is gone. The only boy she’s ever loved has been taken by the demon, Damien. When she receives instructions from the Throne Room leading her to Jake, she unknowingly walks into a diabolical and heartbreaking trap.

Now she’s stranded in a sulfurous desert with the Prince of Darkness himself, and he’s offering her another halo—a mirrored ring that will destroy her Celestial vision. All she has to do is wear it and she’ll see no more of the invisible world. No more fear. No more nightmares. No more demons. It’s a gift. And best of all: it comes with the promise of a future with Jake, something the Throne Room seems to be taking from her.

Will Brielle trade the beauty of the Celestial and the truth of the world around her just to feel ordinary again?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781401686390
Publisher:
Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date:
08/20/2013
Series:
Angel Eyes Novel Series , #3
Pages:
368
Sales rank:
713,022
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range:
13 - 17 Years

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DARK HALO

Book Three in the ANGEL EYES TRILOGY


By SHANNON DITTEMORE

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2013 Shannon Dittemore
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4016-8639-0


CHAPTER 1

Brielle


Jake's gone.

His absence races through my veins like a bomb destined to explode if it stops or slows. That's how I feel: that the truth of what happened here yesterday will kill me if I stop moving.

So I don't. I keep dancing. I keep praying. Moments of peace find me, sprinkled like cinnamon onto a poisoned apple.

For the thousandth time I yank my mind away from dark things and back to the Creator, who brought Jake into my life. Back to the beauty of the Celestial. The Celestial that is coloring this grove of trees red. I open my eyes and take it in. Our neglected apple orchard, full of brittle gray wood, snarled leaves, and cobwebs, is lit up around me. Reds of every shade grace the branches and the rotting fruit below. Dead trees are transformed. Light and life expand from their center, reminding me that reality as I know it is not all there is.

Another sprinkle of cinnamon ...

Jake's been gone for eighteen hours now, and still the Sabres sing. Still they fight. Their presence has thinned the terrestrial veil here in the orchard, and it can't be long before their worship tears through. I just ... I don't know what that means.

For me. For Stratus.

My chest heaves with exertion and my body is slick with sweat when a gigantic silver angel comes into view overhead. My celestial vision has been erratic for the last few days, but as I watch, the battle remains visible for a solid minute, if not more. It's long enough to pull me from my dance anyway, to force my gaze through the tangle of branches above.

A Sabre hovers there. I can't tell if it's Virtue; this angel's been fighting for hours, days maybe, so his skin is too bright and his wings too fast, moving like an orchestra of bowstrings. Wings that I know are made of hundreds and hundreds of blades. They blur, sending music—sharp and staccato—into the sky. Tendrils of royal blue fill the orchard—the incense of worship. They wrap around me, lifting my arms. I breathe in the Sabre's worship. It smells of the ocean, of briny wind and sand. The fragrance fills my chest, and I let my body mimic the ribbons of worship.

I try not to take my eyes off the scene above for longer than a second or two, because thirty paces beyond the Sabre a gaggle of demons dodges and leaps, avoiding the shards of white light ricocheting off the Sabre's wings. Like a well-aimed spear, lightning slices through three of them, and they disappear in a burst of ash.

The Sabre's music picks up and I dance faster, yellow incense joining the blue. Smelling of salty sunshine, it wraps around my legs, one after the other. The incense guides me; I stretch and spin, my face craned to the sky, watching. Always watching.

A single demon moves closer, slinking past his brothers. He jabs with his crooked sword, his mouth moving in a strange animal way. But I hear nothing of it. The song of the Sabre drowns his cry. I curl into myself, backing deeper into the grove. The demon is way too close.

The Sabre must think so too.

He spins, ducking and then arching in one swift movement. The demon tries to evade attack, but he's nowhere near fast enough. Wings of blade hack at the fallen monster, and I watch as with a sputter of fire and sulfur the thing is shredded. I turn slowly, embers falling around me as the remaining demons are dispatched with one graceful spin after another.

The Sabre's dancing too, I think.

It's strange. Wonderfully strange to be dancing with an angel.

The Sabre turns toward me, his wings slowing, his music softening. He's wrapped in tendrils of green now and he's still far too bright. I can't make out his features, but when I hear his voice in my head, I know it's not Virtue, but one of his kin. This voice is more bass than tenor.

"Your worship blesses me."

I've done little more than cower and dance. But before I can voice my thought he speeds away, a white smear across the red sky. I roll back onto my heels and stare after him. The green tendrils diffuse as he distances himself from me, the blue separating from yellow. He takes the blue with him, a vibrant tail splashing across the sky. The yellow tendrils are left with me in the orchard. They curl around this tree and that.

My eyes retrace the path of the yellow ribbon as it snakes through the trees. Around the limb of an elm—one of many that are trying to reclaim this orchard—and through the tall grasses that surround me, right into my chest.

I push to my feet and breathe deeply. Virtue said my song had power, that I could use worship against the Fallen. I just ... It's strange seeing it. I shouldn't question what I see anymore. After everything I've witnessed, I shouldn't be surprised.

Still, who knew these skinny arms could fight?

CHAPTER 2

Marco


Marco hasn't slept in days, but it's not for lack of trying. Memories sit like sand beneath his eyelids, scratching away at the tenderness there whenever he closes his eyes. He's never been a great sleeper—even as a kid—but once Ali died, sleep lost its appeal entirely.

The worst of the nightmares are the ones that swallow him whole, the ones that make him forget he's dreaming. And since the moment in Jake's house when he put that Tron-disc-looking thing on his head, the dreams have only gotten worse.

Brielle called it a halo, but there's nothing angelic about what it did to him. Since touching the thing, his dreams have grown to include memories from his childhood. Memories that had been long forgotten. Dreams of his and Ali's early days are often interrupted by images of Marco's elementary school burning, Brielle burning with it.

But the Brielle in his dream is too old, too sickly, too out of place. He tells himself it can't be real, says it again and again, but still the dream comes round like a dark horse on a carousel of pink ponies, blighting everything. And carved into all of it, like it's been branded to his retinas, are the words from Ali's gravestone.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.


Providence.

The word frightens him.

Alone, he straddles a chair on Olivia's veranda, his knuckles white as they grip the porch railing. The view from the West Hills is one of the most sought after in Portland, but for Marco it's like looking at snapshots of a funeral. All the bad that happened in his life happened here. In this city. On those streets.

Liv's lawn is an overgrown mess of tangled grasses as it slopes away from the million-dollar home and disappears into the evergreens that separate her property from the world-famous Rose Gardens below. Beyond the gardens, downtown Portland sprawls like a leggy spider, its bridges stretching from one side of the Willamette River to the other, Mount Hood in the distance lording over it all.

Marco grew up not far from here. Not here in the West Hills; even when his dad's pockets were at their fullest, his family couldn't have afforded a house like this one. But the neighborhood he grew up in, the playgrounds he haunted, the elementary school that burned with Liv's mom inside—none of it's far. Just down the hillside, past the gardens. Maybe a five-minute drive.

For hours now he's been trying to figure out why Liv doesn't take her money and run. Her mother died here, in that school. Why not leave? Get away from this cursed town, away from the past that destroyed her family. She could get a job anywhere. Staying makes no sense to him.

It's been a day and night of restless nothing. Olivia's house is by far the grandest place he's ever slept in. Hardwood floors run throughout the residence, and intricate millwork decorates the archways and moldings. Marble accents add an extravagant touch Marco could never get used to, and the state-of-the-art wine cellar pushes the whole thing over the top. Everything is dark and fine and very, very Liv.

He recalls the first time he saw Olivia Holt. It was summer then also, and the city was warm. His dad was perpetually jobless, so his mom had taken to babysitting every stray kid in the neighborhood for extra cash. Marco had escaped the whining and the crying by climbing out the window and settling in on their fourth-floor fire escape. Ten years old, a stack of X-Men comic books on his lap, he stared at his own reflection in the window, trying to imagine what he'd look like if he shaved his head like Professor X. But he was too thin, too gangly, too pale. The squeal of brakes and the idling of an engine pulled his attention away from the dirty glass. A moving truck sat parked in front of the building across the street.

Low-income apartments lined this road, but the one across the street was the nicest: a brick building with little planter boxes full of roses outside the ground floor windows. His building was nothing but a converted hotel with chipping stucco and shaky fire escapes. Neither structure was glorious, not like the homes a few blocks over, but he was very aware that his was the worst of the bunch.

He closed the comic book and watched as a woman climbed from the cab of the truck. Tall, thin, and curvy all at the same time. She reached her arms up and lifted a girl from the cab.

Liv. She was the first beautiful thing he'd seen in a long time. Creamy copper skin and thick brown hair, braided back. Mother knelt before daughter, right there in the street, and spoke something in her ear. Her words were too quiet for Marco to hear, but he shifted anyway, leaning closer. The movement sent a comic book slipping from the pile in his lap, through the iron bars of the fire escape and skittering to the ground.

Over her mother's shoulder, Liv's eyes found Marco's. Embarrassed, he fought the impulse to look away, but even then the actor gene was strong, and with an audience below he couldn't resist. He stood and waved.

"You dropped your book," Liv called, stepping around her mother.

Chivalry attacked him then. Perhaps the first bout of it he'd ever had.

"You take it," he said. "It's a good one. Wolverine saves the day."

With a light shove from her mother, Liv crossed the street.

"Who's Wolverine?" she asked. She was directly beneath him now, picking up the comic.

He knelt, ignored the bars that creased his knees, and pushed his face to the grate. "He's a mutant. He's got retracting claws and a healing factor that keeps him alive even if you shoot him a million times."

"That's gross."

"It's not gross. It's cool."

She flipped a few pages. "It doesn't look cool."

"What are you talking about? Now you have to read it."

"I don't have to do anything."

"Sure you do."

She tipped her face to him now. "Why?"

"Because I dare you to," he said.

She shook her head. "Mom says dares are never a reason."

Girls! "I double-dog dare you then."

"You're weird. You know that, right?"

"I triple-dog dare you," Marco said, the grate scratching at his lips. "And now you really have to."

"I already told you. I don't have to do anything."

"But that's how a triple-dog dare works. You can't back down. Not ever."

She closed the book and pressed it to her chest. "All right then," she said. "I'll read it. But it still sounds gross."

Even now, he can feel his face stretching like it did that day. She crossed to her side of the street and sat down on the curb. Her mother was busy sifting through the cab, dropping blankets and pillows and bags onto the sidewalk. Liv turned her eyes on the neighborhood then, examining it, twisting the comic book in her hands. Even from his perch on the fourth floor, Marco could see the disappointment on her face. He couldn't blame her. She looked like she was used to something better. She deserved something better.

Something fine.

Something just like this place, he thinks.

She had a bedroom made up for him when they arrived yesterday. He was tired. Frustrated at his last encounter with Jake and Brielle. Angry at them for reasons he had trouble naming. So he didn't argue when Liv insisted he rest. Shades of burgundy and brown, deep and rich, filled the room with warmth, but when the French doors were closed behind him and Marco climbed into the gigantic bed, the sheets felt like shackles, the lavish room a cell.

He could think of nothing but Henry Madison. A pedophilic old man who was directly involved in the child trafficking operation that got Ali killed. The last time Marco laid eyes on him, the monster was disappearing into thin air. It's something that continues to plague him. Just days ago he learned that Henry was Liv's grandfather. Her grandfather! After her mother died, he was made her legal guardian. The thought of what she suffered at his hands is enough to turn Marco's stomach.

But Liv promised to take him to Henry. That's why he'd followed her here. That, and the need for distance. Just a few short days with friends had proved too much for him. After the psych hospital, Stratus was filled with too many loving, caring people. Too many pats on the head and hugs from less tortured souls.

And Brielle.

Her scrutiny was all too knowing. "You're not going after Henry?" she'd asked, but she couldn't understand how badly he needs this.

According to the authorities, the investigation is still ongoing. Several traffickers have been arrested, including the madam and the child pornographer who were found at the warehouse. But Henry disappeared that night and has not been pursued by law enforcement. Marco is determined to make him pay for the part he played—not only in Ali's death, but in the pain inflicted on those children.

Marco needs this.

He needs revenge.

But it's not the only reason he followed Liv. Ever since he'd tried on the halo at Jake's house, the nightmares have been coming. He thought putting some distance between himself and the halo would bring a reprieve, but the opposite seems true. Since leaving Stratus, the images have grown. They arrive with more frequency and in more detail. And even more content.

It's not just Brielle disappearing into the fire anymore.

He's reliving memories of Ali. His precious Ali. Good memories. Their first date, spent wandering the very Rose Gardens that sit beneath him. In his dreams the memory is recreated in staggering detail, conjuring moments he'd forgotten. Like Ali hopscotching down the brick walkway honoring the Rose Queens crowned at the yearly Rose Festival. Tiger's blood snow cones from the snack shack, sugary juice staining their lips red. Ali standing on a bench in the Shakespeare Garden reciting sonnets in her mother's British accent. Laughing so hard at her effort that he almost impaled himself on the sundial there. The memories slice into a heart that's not yet healed.

Even thinking about the dream now turns his blood cold as it races through his body. His hands shake, and all he can think about as he stares at the city below is that he wants to murder one of its residents. If distance from the halo won't stop the dreams, perhaps avenging Ali's murder will.

Guilt flickers in his stomach, but he snuffs it by repeating aloud the only words that seem to calm him: "Henry deserves to die."

And if anyone deserves to serve him that death, it's Marco.

His hands slip against the banister as he turns that thought over once again. The truth is Liv deserves it more. He wipes his clammy hands on his jeans. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. Liv brought him this far. She'll make sure he gets an audience with Henry.

At least that's what he thought last night. Image after image attacked him as he lay in that sumptuous bed—Brielle consumed by flames, Ali laughing at his Sean Connery impression, ten-year-old Liv being hauled away from the burning school on a stretcher. Henry disappearing from one nightmare and reappearing in the next. Over and over they'd played on the insides of his eyelids, on the ceiling of the room, on the underside of the thick, stifling comforter. He'd flipped and turned, fighting the images as best he could, but he was helpless against the onslaught. He couldn't avoid them in the darkness. He needed light.

He'd crawled from the bed and onto the stone hearth of the fireplace in the corner. His bag was there, in the way, so he pulled it into his lap, holding it to his chest like a toddler with his favorite stuffed toy. He slammed his fist into a button on the wall, and the fireplace sparked to life. And then he curled sideways on the stone, his bag beneath his head, and stared into the fire.

He wished his seeing eyes would blister and scar, but all the brightness did was fan the memories into a frenzy. The emotion they evoked held him there, staring, unable to move as they played out before him.

Ali's blood on his hands, her scent in his nose. Accusations ringing loud that he'd killed her, that he'd pulled the trigger. And then memories of his time in prison rose from the flames. Memories of the night he escaped. Of his last appointment with the prison doctor and the unconscious guards at the checkpoint, of his armed escort passing out mid-step.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from DARK HALO by SHANNON DITTEMORE. Copyright © 2013 Shannon Dittemore. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson.
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Meet the Author

Shannon Dittemore has an overactive imagination and a passion for truth. Her lifelong journey to combine the two is responsible for a stint at Portland Bible College, performances with local theater companies, and a focus on youth and young adult ministry. The daughter of one preacher and the wife of another, she spends her days imagining things unseen and chasing her two children around their home in Northern California.

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Dark Halo 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Beat yall to it
Stephanie_Morrill More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book. Not only does Shannon Dittemore's prose read like poetry, her story bursts with creativity and is rich with meaning. Reading this book has forever changed the way I think of fear. Dittemore writes with unflinching honesty, dropping her characters into all kinds of horrible circumstances that require courage and faith. Brielle and Jake feel like living, breathing people, but Brielle's best friend, Kaylee, really leaps off the pages. Her friendship to Brielle was one of my favorite facets of Dark Halo. A powerful and captivating conclusion to a great series!
Cupcakegirly More than 1 year ago
Satisfying end to the trilogy. What I Liked: Of the three covers, this one is my favorite. This final installment of the Angel Eyes trilogy is action-packed, full of feels and has a great message woven into it. It picks up right where Broken Wings left off and leaves no question unanswered. Fans of Brielle, Jake and Canaan will not be disappointed. There's also a reading group guide included in the back. What Left Me Wanting More: At times the pacing was a little slow. Final Verdict: Satisfying end to the trilogy.
WhatsBeyondForks More than 1 year ago
In Dark Halo, it gets a whole lot worse before it gets better. Some things could even be irreversible. There is so much detail within this trilogy, that it's hard to mention anything without giving away a spoiler. Especially if you haven't read either of the first books yet, but I will say this: I love Shannon Dittemore's portrayal of spiritual warfare. The ARC of Dark Halo by Shannon Dittemore was provided to me by the publisher through Net Galley for review. The opinions are my own.
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StephWard More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars 'Dark Halo' is the thrilling final installment in the Angel Eyes trilogy that continues as Brielle tries to accept that Jake is gone - taken by the demon Damien. Brielle is constantly aware of the Celestial Realm - she can see it all the time now, without the halo. She's afraid of all the carnage and war she sees above her town of Stratus and wishes that she could find relief from the sight she was given. Then Brielle receives a message from the Throne Room telling her where to find Jake - only to realize too late that it was a trap. Now the Prince of Darkness himself is offering her a halo of his own - one that will free her from her Celestial sight forever. He also promises that along with severing her sight, she will get a life with Jake. Brielle's mind is confused, but her heart knows that the only way to really live and get Jake back is to fight - with her eyes wide open. Will she have the courage to do it or will she give in to the promises of the Prince of Darkness and his dark halo? This was an exciting and phenomenal final installment in a truly fascinating YA fantasy trilogy. The writing continued to flow effortlessly and at a fast pace. Brielle continues to be an awesome lead character - she's still broken and flawed - and she knows this - but she refuses to give up, even when she feels like she can't bear it anymore. She always does what needs to be done - what must be done - and she gives everything she has for what she believes is right. The other characters in the series seem almost as background characters to highlight the depth of Brielle's character. I loved the relationship that has developed between Brielle and Jake and I was eagerly waiting to see what would happen with them. Would she be able to bring him back or would she lose him forever? The action and adventure in the book were astounding and I continued to root for Brielle, Jake, and the Shields in all of their struggles and obstacles. I continued to love learning as much as I could about the Celestial world and the beings that seem to almost co-mingle with human reality. I found that aspect of the novels to be utterly fascinating and I feel it adds a great layer to the already interesting novels. The writing itself has a great pace - not too slow and not so fast that it feels like things are rushed either. The descriptions and details are vivid and I could easily picture myself alongside Brielle and the others throughout the book. The story was a great blend of action, fantasy, adventure and romance along with some religious aspects thrown in (but they weren't "preachy" at all). This was a wonderful final installment that will leave fans of the trilogy happy to have endings, but also sad that the adventure is over. Highly recommended for fans of YA fantasy and action/adventure fiction. Disclosure: I received a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.
AshleyRedbird More than 1 year ago
When I finished reading Broken Wings, I was very anxious for Dark Halo to come out. It was one heck of a cliff hanger, and I just needed to know what was going to happen to Jake, along with everyone else. It was a little while for me to wait for the next installment of the Angel Eyes trilogy, but I was very happy when I finally got Dark Halo and found out that no time away from this series could make me forget anything that had happen in the previous books. This is a story that sticks with you. This is the final installment in the Angel Eyes Trilogy, and a lot of things com to a head in this book. There was so much packed into this series, but it didn't feel too packed, everything was addressed and answered one way or another. This book had A LOT of information in it. But it answered all of my questions, and I felt very fulfilled when I finished this book. By this time, Brielle, is at her wits end. She is trying to stay strong, to keep praying but everything that has happened is really wearing at her resolve. At the end of Broken Wings, Jake is taken from her. Not just her, but from Cannen as well. I for sure thought this would utterly destroy her, so when I started reading Dark Halo, I was happy that it didn't completely destroy her, but I can see how this all falls into Satan's hands. It feels like everything and everyone comes together in this book. Especially for Jake and what he finds out about Ali. I won't spoil it for anyone, but it is awesome. Small world comes to mind for sure. My favorite line from this book is from Brielle, "I just...I'm going to go talk to Satan." Just so matter of fact, like it is just a normal day thing. This was a fantastic end to such a beautiful and moving trilogy. It us paranormal, but it is also very real, and faith wielding. It made me believe even more, and I just loved every minute of it!!
Ashley_BOTB More than 1 year ago
When I finished reading Broken Wings, I was very anxious for Dark Halo to come out. It was one heck of a cliff hanger, and I just needed to know what was going to happen to Jake, along with everyone else. It was a little while for me to wait for the next installment of the Angel Eyes trilogy, but I was very happy when I finally got Dark Halo and found out that no time away from this series could make me forget anything that had happen in the previous books. This is a story that sticks with you. This is the final installment in the Angel Eyes Trilogy, and a lot of things com to a head in this book. There was so much packed into this series, but it didn't feel too packed, everything was addressed and answered one way or another. This book had A LOT of information in it. But it answered all of my questions, and I felt very fulfilled when I finished this book. By this time, Brielle, is at her wits end. She is trying to stay strong, to keep praying but everything that has happened is really wearing at her resolve. At the end of Broken Wings, Jake is taken from her. Not just her, but from Cannen as well. I for sure thought this would utterly destroy her, so when I started reading Dark Halo, I was happy that it didn't completely destroy her, but I can see how this all falls into Satan's hands. It feels like everything and everyone comes together in this book. Especially for Jake and what he finds out about Ali. I won't spoil it for anyone, but it is awesome. Small world comes to mind for sure. My favorite line from this book is from Brielle, "I just...I'm going to go talk to Satan." Just so matter of fact, like it is just a normal day thing. This was a fantastic end to such a beautiful and moving trilogy. It us paranormal, but it is also very real, and faith wielding. It made me believe even more, and I just loved every minute of it!!
Chrissy_W More than 1 year ago
3.5 stars Did I enjoy this book: I did enjoy this book. It was a good ending to this trilogy. While it took a little while to get into, the book moved once I was about a third of the way through it. I really enjoyed this series. All three books took a little while to get in the groove and really start moving. Ms. Dittemore has a very descriptive style of writing. For me, at times, it is a bit too much but I understand the point behind it. This style fits what the book is trying to convey whether it’s fear, worship, sadness, whatever. The style doesn’t take away from the story but it does take a little while to get used to. However, this story is engaging, interesting, and makes you think about faith. And I think that is a good thing. ***There will be SPOILERS for books 1 and 2 if you have not read them. You have been warned!*** This book picked up shortly after Broken Wings left off. Brielle is devasted that Jake has been taken by the Prince. She doesn’t want to “see” any more. She knows she shouldn’t go after him but she just can’t help herself and starts to lose her faith. This book was a journey for Brielle. Her faith and trust in God was tested. Others were brought closer to God. Others were brought to believe. The level of faith shown, slowly but surely, by the people of Stratus was inspiring, especially of the non-believers. This trilogy had quite a few unexpected connections. It was surprising as each connection was revealed. Most connection I did not anticipate and that was exciting. That kept me reading. As I said, I enjoyed Dark Halo. I had the same feeling that I did after reading Broken Wings, I still want to see the Celestial Light, hear the Sabres’ songs, feel the warmth and comfort of the halo. Dark Halo was a good ending to this trilogy. I wish I had a bit more explanation but I liked how it ended. Maybe an Angel Eyes 3.5 would be a good addition just to clear up a few things. Or, if Ms. Dittemore wouldn’t mind, I could email her my questions and get a few answers! Would I recommend it: I would recommend it if you have read the first two books in this series – Angel Eyes and Broken Wings. If you haven’t read those first, read them. You will need the background for this final installment of the trilogy. Will I read it again: I probably won’t. (I received a copy of this book for review purposes.)
AlwaysYAatHeart1 More than 1 year ago
In this third and final installment in the Angel Eyes Series, Dark Halo, the battle between good and evil crescendos in the heavenlies over the town of Stratus, while a battle equal to if not greater in magnitude takes place within Brielle's heart.  Her boyfriend Jake, who has the gift of healing hands, has been taken by the Damien, an evil demon, and Brielle doesn't know where.  His shield, the angel Canaan, is searching for him, but there isn't much time left before Damien turns Jake over the the evil Prince himself.  Brielle has been gifted with Celestial vision, and is able to see into the Celestial realm as the angels see.  This has been a gift that is magnificent, but also very, very fearful and difficult at times to bear.  As the Sables and other Angelic Hosts battle the evil demons above her head, causing the veil between the Celestial and the Terrestrial realms to become thinner and thinner, Brielle does what she can on the ground below to man the fort and figure out where Jake is.   Ultimately, Brielle is left face-to-face with the Prince of Darkness himself, and he does what he does best, presents himself as a beautiful angel of light with lying lips and a deceptive tongue, tempting Brielle by presenting her with something she finds it almost difficult to refuse.  As tough as Brielle is, she isn't perfect, and fear for her loved ones, fear of loss, and fear of the things she sees in the Celestial realm are often more than she can take.  He presents her with a dark halo, which stop the visions, the dreams and nightmares, and the ability to see into the Celestial, providing her with reprieve from it all when it gets too much to bear.  With Canaan's halo of light in one hand and the Prince's halo of darkness in the other, Brianna embarks upon the most difficult leg of her journey thus far, facing the most difficult choices she will ever make, finally boiling down to the one choice that could cost her everything, even Jake.  Dark Halo is a riveting finale to this action-packed series.  The world that Shannon Dittemore portrays is creative, magnificent, and sometimes scary.  I loved Jake and Brielle, and I have so enjoyed watching their characters grow, as well as watching their relationship develop.  The secondary characters, again, are so well developed and all played important roles in the story.  I loved watching how things played out in the story and Shannon Dittermore throws in some twists and turns in the plot that are surprising and keep you guessing. The romance is pure, sweet, and heartfelt, and the story also conveys a good message.  The ending was very good and very well done, and there is also an epilogue, which just closed things out in the series perfectly.  Overall, I have enjoyed this series, which is both imaginative and enlightening.    
Heart2Heart More than 1 year ago
The war between angels and demons continues in the final novel in the Angel Eyes Trilogy by Shannon Dittemore, Dark Halo. This is the darkest of the three and the best part I loved about this one is how Shannon spent sometime highlighting the series for those that may have grabbed this one without understanding a bit of the backstory or for those that have and it's been so time between novels, this is a nice reminder of where we left off in Broken Wings. The novel surrounds Brielle and Jake, a couple fated to fall in love and then be placed in helping to aid in the battle against good versus evil that puts the lives of those most close to them in deadly peril. Brielle has been given a special gift though a halo that Jake gave her, which when worn, allows her to see into the celestial realm and see the spiritual world around her. Jake has been gifted with the ability to heal when he places his hands on those that are injured or dying, and together they are the biggest target the enemy is seeking to destroy. Jake and Brielle's angelic shield, Caanan attempts to protect and lead them in what they need to do to save the enemies attempt to take them from the town of Stratus, Oregon. When the Broken Wings ended leaving the reader at the cliff hanger ending, a demon by the name of Damien had captured Jake from the safety of Caanan's wings while a heavenly war was raging over the skies of Stratus. Brielle could do nothing to save him but watch as they disappeared into the sky. The Sabre's, a group of twelve angels, whose worship has the capacity to tear through the terrestrial veil and allow the town of Stratus to see just what is harming their small town. Damien has been commissioned by he Prince of Darkness to capture and bring Jake and Brielle to him, and now he has managed to secure the first of the two of them. He can only hope that Brielle's love will bring her to search for Jake and thus secure the one true treasure the Prince of Darkness is seeking, to be able to gift her with the dark halo and give Brielle a break from the nightmares that continue to plague her sleep. I received Dark Halo by Shannon Dittemore compliments of Thomas Nelson Publishers for my honest review and received no monetary compensation for a favorable one. Having read all three novels in this series, this was the one I anticipated reading the most. Shannon does an exceptional job at answering all the lingering questions that have popped up since being introduced to the first novel. I can even see the opportunity for future books in this series as well. I think she did a masterful job at showing just how deceitful the enemy can be when Brielle comes face to face with Satan and helps readers understand the subtlety he can use to twist his lies into what would appear as the truth. This is such a great series to offer young teens as an alternative to all the fiction flooding the marketplace with paranormal romances and for that reason I rate this one a 5 out of 5 stars. There is also a great discussion guide included for book clubs as well as a sneak peek into the novel Anomaly by Krista McGee.
iheartyabooks More than 1 year ago
Dark Halo is the grand finale in Shannon Dittemore’s Angel Eyes Trilogy, and I have enjoyed this series so much. I'm going to miss Brielle and Jake, but I hope Ms. Dittemore will bring this beautiful couple who grabbed my heart with their love for God and each other back in another future series in their lives. Dark Halo won my heart just like Angel Eyes and Broken Wings did. Shannon Dittemore is an amazing, gifted writer to the Christian genre. I love how Dittemore took Paul’s escape from prison in the scripture and used it for Marco. After reading Marco’s prison escape scene in Dark Halo...I said to myself, Shannon, that was so awesomely cool. I'm not going to give too much away in this last book. I’ll allow readers to discover for their selves Brielle and Jake's romance, the battle for good over evil, and how it comes out in Dark Halo. But I will say Dittemore rocked the ending! This series is just so amazingly awesome. Dark Halo is a heartfelt romance with fantastic action, drama, and incredible world and heaven building, plus a reminder of courage in God's word when we face our evil battles. I highly recommend the Angel Eyes Trilogy as a refreshing and beautifully written Christian story.