The Fallen: The Fallen 1; The Fallen 2; The Fallen 3 [NOOK Book]

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The first three volumes in the New York Times bestselling The Fallen series is available as an eBook boxed set. Join the ultimate quest for redemption.

The son of a mortal and an angel, Aaron has been chosen to redeem the Fallen. But as war rages between Heaven and Hell, evil powers gain strength at every turn. Aaron must harness the incredible force within him if he’s going...
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Overview

The first three volumes in the New York Times bestselling The Fallen series is available as an eBook boxed set. Join the ultimate quest for redemption.

The son of a mortal and an angel, Aaron has been chosen to redeem the Fallen. But as war rages between Heaven and Hell, evil powers gain strength at every turn. Aaron must harness the incredible force within him if he’s going to save himself and the girl he loves—let alone the entire world. And Aaron is out to prove that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

This eBook boxed set chronicles Aaron’s quest for redemption and includes The Fallen 1, The Fallen 2, and The Fallen 3.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781442483811
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse
  • Publication date: 11/27/2012
  • Series: Fallen Series
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 1504
  • Sales rank: 305,779
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • File size: 6 MB

Meet the Author

Thomas E. Sniegoski is the author of more than two dozen novels for adults, teens, and children. His books for teens include Legacy, Sleeper Code, Sleeper Agenda, and Force Majeure, as well as The Fallen, The Brimstone Network, and the Magic Zero series. Also a comic book writer, Sniegoski collaborated with Bone creator Jeff Smith on the prequel miniseries Stupid, Stupid Rat Tails. Sniegoski was born and raised in Massachusetts, where he still lives with his wife Leanne and their French bulldog, Kirby. Visit him at Sniegoski.com.
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Chapter One

Aaron Corbet was having the dream again.

Yet it was so much more than that.

Since they began, over three months before, the visions of sleep had grown more and more intense -- more vivid. Almost real.

He is making his way through the primitive city, an ancient place constructed of brown brick, mud, and hay. The people here are in a panic, for something attacks their homes. They run about frenzied, their frightened cries echoing throughout the cool night. Sounds of violence fill the air, blades clanging together in battle, the moans of the wounded -- and something else he can't quite place, a strange sound in the distance, but moving closer.

Other nights he has tried to stop the frightened citizens, to catch their attention, to ask them what is happening, but they do not see or hear him. He is a ghost to their turmoil.

Husbands and wives, shielding small children between them, scramble across sand-covered streets desperately searching for shelter. Again he listens to their fear-filled voices. He does not understand their language, but the meaning is quite clear. Their lives and the lives of their children are in danger.

For nights too numerous to count he has come to this place, to this sad village and witnessed the panic of its people. But not once has he seen the source of their terror.

He moves through the winding streets of the dream place, feeling the roughness of desert sand beneath his bare feet. Every night this city under siege becomes more real to him, and tonight he feels its fear as if it were his own. And again he asks himself, fear of what? Who are they who can bring such terror to these simple people?

In the marketplace a boy dressed in rags, no older than he, darts out from beneath a tarp covering a large pile of yellow, gourdlike fruit. He watches the boy stealthily travel across the deserted market, sticking close to the shadows. The boy nervously watches the sky as he runs.

Odd that the boy would be so concerned with the sky overhead.

The boy stops at the edge of the market and crouches within a thick pool of night. He stares longingly across the expanse of open ground at another area of darkness on the other side.

There is unrelenting fear on the dark-skinned youth's face; his eyes are wide and white. What is he so afraid of? Aaron looks up himself and sees only the night, like velvet adorned with twinkling jewels. There is nothing to fear there, only beauty to admire.

The boy darts from his hiding place and scrambles across the open area. He is halfway there when the winds begin. Sudden, powerful gusts that come out of nowhere, hurling sand, dirt, and dust.

The boy stops short and shields his face from the scouring particles. He is blinded, unsure of his direction. Aaron wants to call to him, to help the boy escape the mysterious sandstorm, but knows that his attempts would be futile, that he is only an observer.

And there is the sound. He can't place it exactly, but knows it is familiar. There is something in the sky above -- something that beats at the air, stirring the winds, creating the sudden storm.

The boy is screaming. His sweat-dampened body is powdered almost white in a sheen of fine dust and desert sand.

The sounds are louder now, closer.

What is that? The answer is right at the edge of his knowing. He again looks up into the sky. The sand still flies about, tossed by the winds. It stings his face and eyes, but he has to see -- he has to know what makes these strange pounding sounds, what creates gusts of wind powerful enough to propel sand and rock. He has to know the source of such unbridled horror in these people of the dream-city -- in this boy.

And through the clouds of fine debris, he sees them. For the first time he sees them.

They are wearing armor. Golden armor that glistens in the dancing light thrown from the flames of their weapons.

The boy runs toward him. It seems that Aaron is suddenly visible. The boy reaches out, pleading to be saved in the language of his people.

This time, he understands every word. He tries to answer, but earsplitting shrieks fill the night, the excited cries of predators that have discovered their prey.

The boy tries to run, but there are too many.

Aaron can do nothing but watch as the birdlike creatures descend from the sky, falling upon the boy, his plaintive screams of terror drowned out by the beating of powerful wings.

Angels' wings.

Lynn, Massachusetts

It was Gabriel's powerful, bed-shaking sneeze that pulled Aaron from the dream and back to the waking world.

Aaron's eyes snapped open as another explosion of moisture dappled his face. For the moment, the dream was forgotten and all that occupied his mind was the attentions of an eighty-pound Labrador retriever named Gabriel.

"Unngh," he moaned as he pulled his arm up from the warmth beneath the covers to wipe away the newest spattering of dog spittle.

"Thanks, Gabe," he said, his voice husky from sleep. "What time is it anyway? Time to get up?" he asked the dog lying beside him.

The yellow retriever leaned its blocky head forward to lick the back of his exposed hand, his muscular bulk blocking Aaron's view of the alarm clock.

"Okay, okay," Aaron said as he pulled his other hand out to ruffle the dog's velvety soft, golden-brown ears, and wiggled himself into an upright position to check the time.

Craving more attention, Gabriel flipped over onto his back and swatted at Aaron with his front paws. He chuckled and rubbed the dog's exposed belly before training his eyes on the clock on the nightstand beside his bed.

Aaron watched the red digital readout change from 7:28 to 7:29.

"Shit," he hissed.

Sensing alarm in his master, Gabriel rolled from his back to his stomach with a rumbling bark.

Aaron struggled from the bed, whipped into a frenzy by the lateness of the hour.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," he repeated as he pulled off his Dave Matthews concert T-shirt and threw it onto a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room. He pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them into the same general vicinity. He was late. Very late.

He'd been studying for Mr. Arslanian's history exam last night, and his head was so crammed with minutiae about the Civil War that he must have forgotten to set the alarm. He had less than a half hour to get to Kenneth Curtis High School before first bell.

Aaron lunged for his dresser and yanked clean underwear and socks from the second drawer. In the mirror above, he could see Gabriel curiously staring at him from the bed.

"Man's best friend, my butt," he said to the dog on his way into the bathroom. "How could you let me oversleep?"

Gabriel just fell to his side among the tousled bedclothes and sighed heavily.

Aaron managed to shower, brush his teeth, and get dressed in a little more than seventeen minutes.

I might be able to pull this off yet, he thought as he bounded down the stairs, loaded bookbag slung over his shoulder. If he got out the door right at this moment and managed to make all the lights heading down North Common, he could probably pull into the parking lot just as the last bell rang.

It would be close, but it was the only option he had.

In the hallway he grabbed his jacket from the coatrack and was about to open the door when he felt Gabriel's eyes upon him.

The dog stood behind him, watching him intensely, head cocked at a quizzical angle that said, "Haven't you forgotten something?"

Aaron sighed. The dog needed to be fed and taken out to do his morning business. Normally he would have had more than enough time to see to his best friend's needs, but today was another story.

"I can't, Gabe," he said as he turned the doorknob. "Lori will give you breakfast and take you out."

And then it hit him. He'd been in such a hurry to get out of the house that he hadn't noticed his foster mother's absence.

"Lori?" he called as he stepped away from the door and quickly made his way down the hall to the kitchen. Gabriel followed close at his heels.

This is odd, he thought. Lori was usually the first to rise in the Stanley household. She would get up around five A.M., get the coffee brewing, and make her husband, Tom, a bag lunch so he could be out of the house and to the General Electric plant where he was a foreman, by seven sharp.

The kitchen was empty, and with a hungry Gabriel by his side, Aaron made his way through the dining room to the living room.

The room was dark, the shades on the four windows still drawn. The television was on, but had gone to static. His seven-year-old foster brother, Stevie, sat before the twenty-two-inch screen, staring as if watching the most amazing television program ever produced.

Across the room, below a wall of family photos that had jokingly become known as the wall of shame, his foster mom was asleep in a leather recliner. Aaron was disturbed at how old she looked, slumped in the chair, wrapped in a worn, navy blue terry cloth robe. It was the first time he ever really thought about her growing older, and that there would be a day when she wouldn't be around anymore. Where the hell did that come from? he wondered. He pushed the strange and really depressing train of thought away and attempted to think of something more pleasant.

When the Stanleys had taken him into their home as a foster child, it had been his seventh placement since birth. What was it that the caseworkers used to say about him? "He's not a bad kid, just a bit of an introvert with a bad temper." Aaron smiled. He never expected the placements to last, and had imagined that there would be an eighth, ninth, and probably even a hundredth placement before he was cut loose from the foster care system and let out into the world on his own.

A warm pang of emotion flowed through him as he remembered the care this woman and her husband had given him over the years. No matter how he misbehaved, or acted out, they stuck with him, investing their time, their energy, and most importantly, their love. The Stanleys weren't just collecting a check from the state; they really cared about him, and eventually he came to think of them as the parents he never knew.

Gabriel had wandered over to the boy in front of the television and was licking his face -- Aaron knew it was only to catch the residue of the child's breakfast. But the boy did not respond, continuing to stare at the static on the screen, eyes wide, mouth agape.

Steven was the Stanleys' only biological child and he had autism, the often misunderstood mental condition that left those afflicted so absorbed with their own reality, that they were rarely able to interact with the world around them. The boy could be quite a handful and Lori stayed home to care for his special needs.

Lori twitched and came awake with a start. "Stevie?" she asked groggily, looking for her young son.

"He's watching his favorite show," Aaron said, indicating Gabriel and the little boy. He looked back to his foster mom. "You all right?"

Lori stretched and, pulling her robe tight around her throat, smiled at him. Her smile had always made him feel special and this morning wasn't any different. "I'm fine, hon, just a little tired is all." She motioned with her chin to the boy in front of the television. "He had a bad night and the static was the only thing that calmed him down."

She glanced over at the mini-grandfather clock hanging on the wall and squinted. "Is that the time?" she asked. "What are you still doing here? You're going to be late for school."

He started to explain as she sprang from the seat and began to push him from the room. "I was up late studying and forgot to set the alarm and..."

"Tell me later," she said as she placed the palm of her hand in the small of his back, helping him along.

"Would you mind feeding -- "

"No, I wouldn't, and I'll take him for a walk," Lori said, cutting him off. "Get to school and ace that history test."

He was halfway out the door when he heard her call his name from the kitchen. There was a hint of panic in her voice.

Aaron poked his head back in.

"I almost forgot," she said, the dog's bowl in one hand and a cup of dry food in the other. Gabriel stood attentively at her side, drool streaming from his mouth to form a shiny puddle at his paws.

"What is it?" he asked, a touch of impatience beginning to find its way into his tone.

She smiled. "Happy birthday," she said, and pursed her lips in a long distance kiss. "Have a great day."

My birthday, he thought closing the door behind him and running to his car.

With all the rushing about this morning, he'd forgotten.

Aaron squeaked into homeroom just as the day's announcements were being read over the school's ancient PA system.

Mrs. Mihos, the elderly head of the math department mere months away from retirement, looked up from her copy of Family Circle and gave him an icy stare.

He mouthed the words "I'm sorry" and quickly found his seat. He had learned that the less said to Mrs. Mihos the better. Her edicts were simple: Be on time to homeroom, turn in notes to explain absences in a timely fashion, and whatever you do, don't be a wiseass. Aaron chillingly recalled how Tommy Philips, now seated at the back of the classroom intently keeping his mouth shut, had attempted to be the funny guy. He'd written a joke letter to explain an absence, and found himself with a week's worth of detentions. There was nothing the math teacher hated more than a wiseass.

Aaron chanced a look at the old woman and saw that she was flipping through the attendance sheets to change his status from absent to present. He breathed a sigh of relief as the first period bell began to ring. Maybe today wouldn't be a total disaster after all.

First period American Literature went fine, but halfway through second period, while taking Mr. Arslanian's test, Aaron decided that he couldn't have been more wrong about the day. Not only was he blanking on some of the information he had studied, but he also had one of the worst headaches he could ever remember. His head felt as if it were vibrating, buzzing like someone had left an electric shaver running inside his skull. He rubbed at his brow furiously and tried to focus on an essay question about the social and political ramifications of the Richmond Bread Riot. Arslanian's fascination with obscure events of the Civil War was going to give him an aneurysm.

The remainder of the class passed in the blink of an eye, and Aaron wondered if he had passed out or maybe even been taken by space aliens. He had barely finished the last of the essay questions when the end-of-period bell clanged, a real plus for the pain in his head. He quickly glanced over the pages of his test. It wasn't the best he'd ever done, but considering how he felt, he didn't think it was too bad.

"I'd like to give you another couple of hours to wrap the test up in a pretty pink bow, Mr. Corbet..."

Aaron had zoned out again. He looked up to see the heavyset form of Mr. Arslanian standing beside his desk, hand beckoning.

"But my wife made a killer turkey for dinner last night and I have leftovers waiting for me in the teachers' lounge."

Aaron just stared, the annoying buzz in his head growing louder and more painful.

"Your exam, Mr. Corbet," demanded Mr. Arslanian.

Aaron pulled himself together and handed the test to his teacher. Then he gathered up his books and prepared to leave. As he stood the room began to spin and he held on to the desk for a moment, just in case.

"Are you all right, Mr. Corbet?" Arslanian asked as he ambled back to his desk. "You look a little pale."

Aaron was amazed that he only looked pale. He imagined there should have been blood shooting out his ears and squirting from his nostrils. He was feeling that bad. "Headache," he managed on his way to the door.

"Take some Tylenol," the teacher called after him, "and a cold rag on your head. That's what works for me."

Always a big help, that Mr. Arslanian, Aaron thought as he stepped lightly in an effort to keep his skull from breaking apart and decorating the walls with gore.

The hallway was jammed with bodies coming, going, or just hanging out in small packs in front of brightly colored lockers, catching up on the freshest gossip. It's amazing, Aaron thought sarcastically, how much dirt can happen during one fifty-minute period.

Aaron moved through the flow of students. He would drop off his books, and then go to the nurse's office to get something for his headache. It was getting worse, like listening to the static of an untuned radio playing inside his brain.

As he maneuvered around the pockets of people, he exchanged an occasional smile or a nod of recognition, but the few who acknowledged him were only being polite. He knew people looked at him as the quiet, loner guy with the troubled past, and he did very little to dispel their notions of him. Aaron didn't have any real friends at Ken Curtis, merely acquaintances, and it didn't bother him in the least.

He finally reached his locker and began to dial the combination.

Maybe if he got something into his stomach he'd feel better, he thought, remembering that he hadn't eaten anything since the night before. He swung the locker door open and began to unload his books.

A girl laughed nearby. He looked behind him to see Vilma Santiago at her locker with three of her friends. They were staring in his direction, but quickly looked away and giggled conspiratorially. What's so funny? he wondered.

They were speaking loudly enough for him to hear them. The only problem was they were speaking Portuguese, and he had no idea what they were saying. Two years of French did him little good while eavesdropping on Brazilian girls' conversations.

Vilma was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. She had transferred to Ken Curtis last year from Brazil, and within months had become one of the school's top students. Smart as well as gorgeous, a dangerous combination, and one that had left him smitten. They saw each other at their lockers every day, but had never really spoken. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak to her, just that he could never think of anything to say.

He turned to arrange the books in his locker, and again felt their eyes upon him. They were whispering now, and he could feel his paranoia swell.

"Ele nâo é nada feio. Que bunda!"

The pain in his head was suddenly blinding, as if somebody had taken an ice pick and plunged it into the top of his skull. The feeling was excruciating and he almost cried out -- certain to have provided his audience with a few good laughs. He pressed his forehead against the cool metal of the locker and prayed for respite. It can't hurt this bad for very long, he hoped. As the hissing grew more and more intense, shards of broken glass rubbed into his brain. He thought he would pass out as strange colorful patterns blossomed before his eyes and the pain continued to build.

The torturous buzzing came to an explosive climax, circuits within his mind suddenly overloaded, and before he fell unconscious -- it was gone. Aaron stood perfectly still, waiting, afraid that if he moved the agony would return. What was that all about? he wondered, his hand coming up to his nose to check for bleeding.

There was nothing. No pain, no blaring white noise. In fact, he felt better than he had all morning. Maybe this is just part of a bizarre biological process one goes through when turning eighteen, he thought, bemused, reminding himself again that it was his birthday.

As he slammed the locker door, he realized that Vilma and her friends were still talking. "Estou cansada de pizza. Semana passada, nós comemos pizza, quase todo dia." They were discussing lunch options -- cafeteria versus going off campus for pizza. Vilma wanted to go to the cafeteria, but the others were pressing for the pizza.

Aaron turned away from his locker considering whether or not he should still see the nurse, and caught Vilma's eye. She smiled shyly and quickly averted her gaze.

ard

But not before the others noticed and began to tease her mercilessly. "Porqué? Vocé está pensando que una certo persoa vai estar no refeitó rio hoje?" Did she want to eat in the cafeteria because of a certain boy standing nearby? they asked her.

Aaron felt himself break out in a cold sweat. His suspicion was justified, for in fact the girls were talking about him.

"é, e daí? Eu acho que ele é un tesâo." Vilma responded to her friends' taunts and glanced again in his direction.

They were all looking at him when it dawned. He knew what they were saying. Vilma and her friends were still speaking to one another in Portuguese -- but somehow he could understand each and every word.

But the most startling thing was what Vilma had said.

"Eu acho que ele é un tesâo."

She said he was cute.

Vilma Santiago thought he was cute!

Copyright © 2003 by Thomas E. Sniegoski

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  • Posted March 8, 2010

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    One of my most favorite series starts with this book.

    I am an avid reader, I average 2+ supernatural fiction books a week. I am a sucker for angels, psychics, vampires, were-people, witches, etc.
    THE FALLEN is a great book to get lost in, the transition from teen to young adult is difficult in itself, add finding out you have supernatural powers and dealing with it on your own. The main character is amazing, tough,funny,bad-ass and heroic. The setting is close to home for New Englanders. As a fellow N.E., I can appreciate the vivid description of the various cities and towns. This story, like all of Sniegoski's books, which I highly recommend, is fast paced, dramatic, exciting, violent and full of suspense that keeps me coming back for more.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2014

    Faerieland

    Fallen on the ground, the city is covered with stone Faeries. The buildings have cr<_>ashed due to the im<_>pact.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2014

    Thomas Sniegoski is a great writer. The Fallen is nonfiction boo

    Thomas Sniegoski is a great writer. The Fallen is nonfiction book series based off the ABC Family Channel miniseries with the same name. Thomas started out writing comics for Marvel and DC. Some of the comics he wrote were Batman, The Punisher, Wolverine, and Hellboy. Other books he wrote he had a partner. The Fallen is the first series he wrote all by himself.
    The Fallen is about a guy named Aaron who is adopted and he starts having weird dreams around his 18th birthday. A few days after his birthday he finds out on his own that he can understand any language and that he is a Nephilim. A Nephilim is a person who is part angel and part human. He meets a fallen angel name Zeke and tells Aaron that other Fallen Angels are going to be after him and they want to kill him. Aaron then realizes his life is about to change. I really enjoyed this book and I would want to read the other books in the series.

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  • Posted October 19, 2010

    Interesting

    I have to say I enjoyed the book, but it is all over the place. Once second i'm reading from one characters point of view, and the the next i'm somewhere else. It was a little draining trying to keep up with everything going on. It was very graphic in my opinion, but overall it was a good story. It kept me interested enough to where I wanted to know what was going to happen in the second book.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

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    Good book

    It's a nice book. I really liked it. At first I thought I'd hate it but then after reading chapter one I really fell for it. It's a good book.

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  • Posted December 7, 2009

    Interesting, but Disturbing...

    I will admit that I saw the mini-series first, but otherwise I'd never have thought to read the book, so there.

    It was very well-written, and there is a great deal of content that never made it to the mini-series. However,

    SPOILER ALERT!!!









    the killing off of Aaron's foster parents and kidnapping of Stevie to be used as an angelic-directed bloodhound was massively disturbing compared to the M-S, and left me feeling less than interested in going out and reading the next book in the series. I'm sorry, but that's how I feel.

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  • Posted April 5, 2009

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    yay

    This was worth reading, but it wasn't the best thing ever. The plot idea is original and good (it at first seems sacriligeous, but not so much once you learn what's going on) but the writing was meh. I didn't really get into it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2007

    A reviewer

    When I first saw the title of this book, I wasn't to sure if it was going to be worth it. BOY WAS I WRONG! This is one of the BEST books that I have ever read, even though it has a twist of biblical information in it. I love everything about it, from the beginning to the end. I am the type of person that loves to read alot of books. This book is totally different. It talks about an 18 yr-old who experiences life in a whole different perspective on his birthday. Everything starts with a headache to understanding languages that he never knew to talking to his dog. Kind of strange, huh? Later on, he meets poeple that are able to tell him what the real deal about him. When he find out what he is, he denies it. He denies it all at first, but when the Powers come after his family, he finally accepts who he is. I STRONGLY RECOMMEND THIS BOOK TO ANYONE THAT LOVES TO READ!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2006

    Love It!

    This book was the best book I have ever read. It is so exciting and it never bores you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2006

    An AMAZING work of art!

    I origanally saw the movie Fallen on ABC Family and loved, so I bought the book from Borders. It was all that I expected and more!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2006

    One of the best book that I have ever read!!!

    When aron turns 18 his world changes in a drastic way. It begins with a terrible headache, but it turns into so much more. He begins to understand launguges that he has no way of knowing, and he can even understand his dog. aron soon learns what is happening to him, and trys to denie it, but when his family is threatened aron comes to understnd the signifagance of his new gift. I wont give away the ending, but I'll just tell you that it is REALLY good. This book is one of the best books that I have read this year. When I first found it, i didnt think that I would like it, and I was right. I LOVED it. I would recomend this book to people who like reality with a twist of fanticy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2005

    what can i say?

    I really loved this book, the whole series in fact. I read alot of books and these were my favorites... of all time... That is something really huge for me to say that these were my favorites, but they were...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2003

    An Amazing read!

    I¿m not an easy person to please when it comes to books. There are many fantasy books that I have started to read and put down because both the hero and the villain were too cliché and predictable or because the descriptions didn¿t meet my expectations. When I picked up Fallen for the first time, I didn¿t expect it to be the series that I¿d be counting the days till the next book is published, but it was just that. The characters are very well developed and evolve in unexpected ways throughout the story. Aaron, the protagonist, grows as he learns to understand and control his angelic nature.My personal favorite, former Powers leader, Camael shows great determination to end the violence and help Aaron on the path of his destiny. Gabriel, the Labrador retriever, is the much-needed comedy relief, but his loyalty is second to none. The villain, Verchiel, differs from the classical ¿Big Evil¿ of books because he believes that what he¿s doing is really the will of God. His determination makes him a very powerful character. I think Fallen also sends a message of hope. The hope that all of us can be forgiven and can redeem ourselves. After all, don¿t we all want to forgiveness for something?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2003

    WOWNESS

    i LUUUUUUVED it!! its the best book ive ever read!!! i need MORE MORE MOOOOORE!!!!! ok as i was saying this is THE best book ive ever read and im going to get the others right......NOW!! bbye

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2003

    A Definite Must Read

    This is a very interesting mix of God vs. Evil,late teenage life,and a touch of Biblical info.I must admit that I normally steer clear of any book that tries to mix a supernatural fantasy with any amount of any religion(Only because I'm at an age where most don't have any interest in the biblical latter)But, any way this book surprised me and I'm officialy addicted to reading this series along with many others. Mr.Sniegoski I complement you on this page-turning read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2003

    An Awesome Read!!!

    On turning 18 Aaron Corbert, orphaned since birth, realises that he is different, some might even say special. His world is turned upside down over night as his true nature is revealed, along with the destiny he never asked for - that will endanger the ones he loves. I loved this book. It's 'unputdownable,' a compelling read. It's got fantasy, fighting, romance, humour and horrors, along with a whole lot more. The Characterisation is awesome - I mean, who would have thought you could characterise a dog? - Yes, I did just say dog. It's full of suspense and an ending that will have you yearning for more. A must read! But don't just listen to me, see for yourself.

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