Fates unfurl in the gripping conclusion to the New York Times bestselling Hush, Hush saga.
Nora is more certain than ever that she is in love with Patch. Fallen angel or no, he is the one for her. Her heritage and destiny may mean they are fated to be enemies, but there is no turning her back on him. Now Nora and Patch must gather their strength to face one last, perilous trial. Old enemies return, new enemies are made, and a friend's ultimate betrayal threatens the peace Patch and Nora so desperately want. The battle lines are drawn—but which sides are they on? And in the end, are there some obstacles even love can't conquer?
About the Author
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. She graduated college with a degree in health, which she promptly abandoned for storytelling. When not writing, she’s most likely running, prowling sales racks for shoes, or watching crime drams on TV. She lives in Colorado with her family. Find out more at BeccaFitzpatrick.com.
Hometown:Fort Collins, CO
Date of Birth:February 3, 1979
Place of Birth:Ogden, UT
Education:B.S. Community Health, April 2001
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I’M NOT A PARTY GIRL. THE EARSPLITTING MUSIC, THE gyrating bodies, the inebriated smiles—not my thing. My ideal Saturday night would be at home, snuggling on the sofa and watching a rom-com with my boyfriend, Patch. Predictable, low-key . . . normal. My name is Nora Grey, and while I used to be an average American teen, buying my clothes at the J. Crew outlet and spending my babysitting money on iTunes, normal and I have recently become perfect strangers. As in, I wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
Normal and I parted ways when Patch strolled into my life. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic, moves like smoke, and lives alone in a supersecret, superswanky studio beneath Delphic Amusement Park. The sound of his voice, low and sexy, can melt my heart in three seconds flat. He’s also a fallen angel, kicked out of heaven for his flexibility when it comes to following rules. I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
I might not have normalcy, but I do have stability. Namely, in the form of my best friend of twelve years, Vee Sky. Vee and I have an unshakable bond that even a laundry list of differences can’t break. They say opposites attract, and Vee and I are proof of the validity of the statement. I am slender and tallish—by human standards—with big curly hair that tests my patience, and I’m a type A personality. Vee is even taller, with ash-blond hair, serpentine-green eyes, and more curves than a roller coaster track. Almost always, Vee’s wishes trump mine. And unlike me, Vee lives for a good party.
Tonight Vee’s wish to seek out a good time took us across town to a four-story brick warehouse throbbing with club music, swimming with fake IDs, and jam-packed with bodies producing enough sweat to take greenhouse gases to a whole new level. The layout inside was standard: a dance floor sandwiched between a stage and a bar. Rumor had it that a secret door behind the bar led to the basement, and the basement led to a man named Storky, who operated a thriving pirated anything business. Community religious leaders kept threatening to board up Coldwater’s hotbed of iniquity for disorderly teens . . . also known as the Devil’s Handbag.
“Groove it, baby,” Vee yelled at me over the mindless thump, thump, thump of music, lacing her fingers through mine and swaying our hands over our heads. We were at the center of the dance floor, being jostled and bumped on every side. “This is how Saturday night’s supposed to be. You and me gettin’ down, letting loose, working up good ol’-fashioned girl-sweat.”
I did my best to give an enthusiastic nod, but the guy behind me kept stepping on the heel of my ballet flat, and at five-second intervals, I had to shove my foot back into it. The girl to my right was dancing with her elbows out, and if I wasn’t careful, I knew I’d get clipped.
“Maybe we should get drinks,” I called to Vee. “Feels like Florida in here.”
“That’s ’cause you and me are burning up the place. Check out the guy at the bar. He can’t take his eyes off your smokin’ moves.” She licked her finger and pressed it to my bare shoulder, making a sizzling noise.
I followed her gaze . . . and my heart lurched.
Dante Matterazzi lifted his chin in acknowledgment. His next gesture was a little more subtle.
Wouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer, he spoke to my mind.
Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker, I shot back.
Dante Matterazzi and I both belonged to the Nephilim race, hence the innate ability to mind-speak, but the similarities stopped there. Dante didn’t know how to give it a rest, and I didn’t know how much longer I could dodge him. I’d met him for the first time just this morning, when he’d come to my house to announce that fallen angels and Nephilim were on the brink of war and I was in charge of leading the latter, but now I needed a break from war talk. It was overwhelming. Or maybe I was in denial. Either way, I wished he’d disappear.
Left a message on your cell phone, he said.
Gee, I must have missed it. More like I deleted it.
We need to talk.
Kind of busy. To emphasize my point, I rolled my hips and swung my arms side to side, doing my best to imitate Vee, whose favorite television network was BET, and it showed. She had hiphop stamped on her soul.
A faint smile quirked Dante’s mouth. While you’re at it, get your friend to give you some pointers. You’re floundering. Meet me out back in two.
I glared at him. Busy, remember?
This can’t wait. With a meaningful arch of his eyebrows, he disappeared into the crowd.
“His loss,” Vee said. “He can’t handle the heat, that’s all.”
“About those drinks,” I said. “Can I bring you a Coke?” Vee didn’t look ready to give up dancing anytime soon, and as much as I wanted to avoid Dante, I figured it was best to just get this over with. Suck it up and talk to him. The alternative was having him shadow me all night.
“Coke with lime,” Vee said.
I edged my way off the dance floor and, after making sure Vee wasn’t watching, ducked down a side hallway and out the back door. The alley was bathed in blue moonlight. A red Porsche Panamera was parked in front of me, and Dante leaned against it, arms folded loosely over his chest.
Dante is six feet nine with the physique of a soldier fresh out of boot camp. Case in point: He has more muscle tone in his neck than I have in my entire body. Tonight he was wearing baggy khakis and a white linen shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing a deep V of smooth, hairless skin.
“Nice car,” I said.
“It gets the job done.”
“So does my Volkswagen, and it cost considerably less.”
“Takes more than four wheels to be a car.”
“So,” I said, tapping my foot. “What’s so urgent?”
“You still dating that fallen angel?”
It was only the third time in as many hours that he’d asked. Twice by text messaging, and now face-to-face. My relationship with Patch had gone through a lot of ups and downs, but the current trend was upward. We weren’t without our issues, however. In a world where Nephilim and fallen angels would rather die than smile at each other, dating a fallen angel was a definite no-no.
I stood a little taller. “You know it.”
“Discreet is the watchword.” Patch and I didn’t need Dante to tell us it was wise not to make a lot of public appearances together. Nephilim and fallen angels never needed an excuse to teach each other a lesson, and racial tensions between the two groups were getting hotter with each passing day. It was autumn, October to be exact, and the Jewish month of Cheshvan was just days away.
Every year during Cheshvan, fallen angels possess Nephilim bodies by the droves. Fallen angels have free rein to do as they please, and since it’s the only time during the year they can actually feel physical sensation, their creativity knows no bounds. They chase after pleasure, pain, and everything in between, playing parasites to their Nephilim hosts. For Nephilim, Cheshvan is a hellish prison.
If Patch and I were so much as seen holding hands by the wrong individuals, we’d pay, one way or another.
“Let’s talk about your image,” Dante said. “We need to generate some positive media around your name. Boost Nephilim confidence in you.”
I gave a theatrical snap of my fingers. “Don’t you just hate it when your approval ratings are low?”
Dante frowned. “This isn’t a joke, Nora. Cheshvan starts in just over seventy-two hours, and that means war. Fallen angels on one side, us on the other. Everything rides on your shoulders—you’re the new leader of the Nephilim army. The blood oath you swore to Hank is in effect, and I don’t think I have to remind you that the consequences of breaking it are very, very real.”
Queasiness pinched my stomach. I hadn’t exactly applied for the job. Thanks to my deceased biological father, a truly twisted man named Hank Millar, I’d been forced to inherit the position. With the help of an otherworldly blood transfusion, he’d coerced me into transforming myself from mere human into purebred Nephil so I could take over his army. I’d sworn an oath to lead his army, it had gone into effect upon his death, and if I failed to do that, my mom and I would die. Terms of the oath. No pressure.
“Despite every cautious measure I intend to implement, we can’t completely erase your past. The Nephilim are digging around. There are rumors you’re dating a fallen angel, and that your loyalties are split.”
“I am dating a fallen angel.”
Dante rolled his eyes. “Could you say it any louder?”
I shrugged. If that’s what you really want. Then I opened my mouth, but Dante was beside me in an instant, covering it with his hand. “I know it kills you, but could you make my job easy just this once?” he murmured in my ear, glancing around at the shadows with obvious uneasiness, even though I was positive we were alone. I’d only been a purebred Nephil for twenty-four hours, but I trusted my new, sharper sixth sense. If there were eavesdroppers lurking, I’d know.
“Look, I know when we first met this morning I carelessly said the Nephilim would just have to deal with me dating a fallen angel,” I said when he lowered his hand, “but I wasn’t thinking. I was angry. I’ve spent the day giving this a lot of thought. I’ve talked to Patch. We’re being careful, Dante. Really careful.”
“Nice to know. But I still need you to do something for me.”
“Date a Nephil. Date Scott Parnell.”
Scott was the first Nephil I’d ever befriended, at the tender age of five. I hadn’t known about his true heritage back then, but in recent months he’d taken on the roles of first my tormentor, then my partner in crime, and eventually my friend. There were no secrets between us. Likewise, there was no romantic chemistry.
I laughed. “You’re killing me, Dante.”
“It would be for show. For the sake of appearances,” he explained. “Just until our race warms to you. You’ve only been a Nephil one day. Nobody knows you. People need a reason to like you. We have to make them feel comfortable trusting you. Dating a Nephil is a good step in the right direction.”
“I can’t date Scott,” I told Dante. “Vee likes him.”
To say Vee had been unlucky in love was putting it optimistically. In the past six months she’d fallen for a narcissistic predator and a backstabbing slimeball. Not surprisingly, both relationships made her seriously doubt her instincts in love. Lately, she had unequivocally refused to so much as smile at the opposite sex . . . until Scott came along. Early last night, just hours before my biological father had compelled me to transform myself into a purebred Nephil, Vee and I had come to the Devil’s Handbag to watch Scott play bass for his new band, Serpentine, and she hadn’t stopped talking about him since. To sweep in and steal Scott now, even if it was a ruse, would be the ultimate low blow.
“It wouldn’t be real,” Dante repeated, as if that made everything just peachy.
“Would Vee know that?”
“Not exactly. You and Scott would have to be convincing together. A leak would be disastrous, so I’d want to limit the truth to the two of us.”
Meaning Scott would also be a casualty of the ruse. I did the hands-on-hips thing, going for firm and immovable. “Then you’re going to have to come up with someone else.” I wasn’t enamored with the idea of fake-dating a Nephil to boost my popularity. In fact, it seemed like a disaster in the making, but I wanted this mess behind me. If Dante thought a Nephilim boyfriend would give me more street cred, so be it. It wouldn’t be real. Obviously Patch wouldn’t be thrilled, but tackle one problem at a time, right?
Dante’s mouth compressed into a line, and he shut his eyes briefly. Summoning patience. It was an expression I’d grown quite accustomed to over the course of the day.
“He’d need to be revered in the Nephilim community,” Dante said thoughtfully at last. “Someone Nephilim would admire and approve of.”
I made an impatient gesture. “Fine. Just throw someone other than Scott at me.”
I flinched. “Sorry. What? You?” I was too stunned to burst into laughter.
“Why not?” Dante asked.
“Do you really want me to start listing reasons? Because I’ll keep you here all night. You’ve got to be at least five years older than me in human years—total scandal fodder—you don’t have a sense of humor, and—oh yeah. We can’t stand each other.”
“It’s a natural connection. I’m your first lieutenant—”
“Because Hank gave you the position. I had no say in that.”
Dante didn’t seem to hear me, charging ahead with his make-believe version of events. “We met and felt an instant and mutual attraction. I comforted you after your father’s death. It’s a believable story.” He smiled. “Lots of good publicity.”
“If you say the P word one more time, I’m going to . . . do something drastic.” Like smack him. And then smack myself for even considering this plan.
“Sleep on it,” Dante said. “Mull it over.”
“Mulling it over.” I counted to three on my fingers. “Okay, done. Bad idea. Really bad idea. My answer is no.”
“You have a better idea?”
“Yes, but I’ll need time to think it up.”
“Sure. No problem, Nora.” He counted to three on his fingers. “Okay, time’s up. I needed a name first thing this morning. In case it isn’t painfully obvious, your image is headed down the tubes. Word of your father’s death, and subsequently your new leadership position, is spreading like wildfire. People are talking, and the talk isn’t good. We need the Nephilim to believe in you. We need them to trust that you have their best interests in mind, and that you can finish your father’s work and bring us out of bondage from fallen angels. We need them to rally behind you, and we’re going to give them one good reason after another. Starting with a respected Nephilim boyfriend.”
“Hey, babe, everything okay back here?”
Dante and I swung around. Vee stood in the doorway, eyeing us with equal parts wariness and curiosity.
“Hey! Everything’s fine,” I said a little too enthusiastically.
“You never came back with our drinks, and I started to worry,” Vee said. Her gaze shifted from me to Dante. Recognition sparked in her eyes, and I knew she remembered him from the bar. “Who are you?” she asked him.
“Him?” I cut in. “Oh. Uh. Well, he’s just some random guy—”
Dante stepped forward, hand extended. “Dante Matterazzi. I’m a new friend of Nora’s. We met earlier today when our mutual acquaintance, Scott Parnell, introduced us.”
Just like that, Vee’s face lit up. “You know Scott?”
“Good friend of mine, actually.”
“Any friend of Scott’s is a friend of mine.”
Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.
“So what are you two doing back here?” Vee asked us.
“Dante just picked out a new car,” I said, stepping aside to give her an unobstructed view of the Porsche. “He couldn’t resist showing it off. Don’t look too closely, though. I think the VIN number is missing. Poor Dante had to resort to theft, since he used up all his money getting his chest waxed, and boy, does it gleam.”
“Funny,” Dante said. I thought maybe he’d self-consciously fasten at least one more shirt button, but he didn’t.
“If I had a car like that, I’d show it off too,” Vee said.
Dante said, “I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.”
“That’s because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he’ll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.”
“Gee,” I said, “look at the time. Don’t you have somewhere to be, Dante?”
“Turns out my night’s open.” He smiled, slow and easy, and I knew he was relishing every moment of intruding on my private life. I’d made it clear right off the bat this morning that any contact between us had to be done in private, and he was showing me what he thought of my “rules.” In a lame attempt at evening the score, I glared my meanest, coldest look at him.
“You’re in luck,” Vee said. “We know just the thing to fill up your night. You’re gonna hang with two of the coolest girls in all of Coldwater, Mr. Dante Matterazzi.”
“Dante doesn’t dance,” I quickly interjected.
“I’ll make an exception, just this once,” he answered, opening the door for us.
Vee clapped her hands, jumping up and down. “I just knew this night was gonna rock!” she squealed, ducking under Dante’s arm.
“After you,” Dante said, placing his palm on the small of my back and guiding me inside. I batted his hand away, but to my aggravation, he leaned close and murmured, “Glad we had this little chat.”
We haven’t resolved anything, I spoke to his mind. This whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing? Nothing is settled. Just a little something to bear in mind. And for the record, my best friend isn’t supposed to know you exist.
Your best friend thinks I should give your boyfriend a run for his money, he said, sounding amused.
She thinks anything with a beating heart should replace Patch. They have unresolved issues.
He followed me down the short hall leading to the dance floor, and I felt his haughty, goading smile the whole way.
• • •
The loud monotone beat of the music drove into my skull like a hammer. I pinched the bridge of my nose, cringing against a swelling headache. I had one elbow perched on the bar, and I used my free hand to press a glass of ice water against my forehead.
“Tired already?” Dante asked, leaving Vee on the dance floor to slide onto a bar stool beside me.
“Any idea how much longer she’s going to last?” I asked wearily.
“Looks to me like she’s caught her second wind.”
“Next time I’m in the market for a best friend, remind me to shy away from the Energizer Bunny. She keeps going and going. . . .”
“You look like you could use a ride home.”
I shook my head. “I drove, but I can’t leave Vee here. Seriously, how much longer can she possibly last?” Of course, I’d been asking myself the same question for the past hour.
“Tell you what. Go home. I’ll stay with Vee. When she finally drops, I’ll give her a ride.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to get mixed up in my personal life.” I tried to sound surly, but I was exhausted, and the conviction just wasn’t there.
“Your rule, not mine.”
I chewed my lip. “Maybe just this once. After all, Vee likes you. And you actually have the stamina to keep dancing with her. I mean, this is a good thing, right?”
He nudged my leg. “Quit rationalizing and get out of here already.”
To my surprise, I sighed with relief. “Thanks, Dante. I owe you.”
“You can pay me back tomorrow. We need to finish our earlier conversation.”
And just like that, any benevolent feelings washed away. Once again, Dante was the thorn in my foot, relentless in his pestering. “If anything happens to Vee, I’m holding you personally responsible.”
“She’ll be fine, and you know it.”
I might not like Dante, but I did trust he’d do what he said. After all, he reported to me now. He’d sworn allegiance to me. Maybe my role as leader of all Nephilim would have a few perks after all. On that note, I left.
It was a cloudless night, the moon a haunting blue against the black of night. As I walked to my car, the music from the Devil’s Handbag echoed like a distant rumble. I inhaled the chilly October air. Already my headache ebbed.
The untraceable cell phone Patch had given me rang in my handbag.
“How was girls’ night out?” Patch asked.
“If Vee had her way, we’d be here all night.” I stepped out of my shoes and slung them on my finger. “All I can think about is bed.”
“We’re sharing the same thought.”
“You’re thinking about bed too?” But Patch had told me that he rarely slept.
“I’m thinking about you in my bed.”
My stomach did one of those flutter things. I’d stayed the night at Patch’s place for the first time last night, and while the attraction and temptation had definitely been there, we’d managed to sleep in different rooms. I wasn’t sure how far I wanted to take our relationship, but instinct told me Patch wasn’t quite so indecisive.
“My mom’s waiting up,” I said. “Bad timing.” Speaking of bad timing, I unwillingly recalled my most recent conversation with Dante. I needed to bring Patch up to speed. “Can we meet tomorrow? We need to talk.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
I smacked a kiss into the phone. “I missed you tonight.”
“The night’s not over. After I finish up here, I could swing by your place. Leave your bedroom window unlocked.”
“What are you working on?”
I frowned. “Sounds vague.”
“My target’s on the move. I have to roll,” he said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
And he hung up.
I padded down the sidewalk, wondering who Patch was keeping an eye on, and why—the whole thing sounded a little ominous—when my car, a white 1984 Volkswagen Cabriolet, came into view. I threw my shoes into the backseat and dropped behind the wheel. I stuck the key in the ignition, but the engine didn’t roll over. It repeatedly made a strained, chugging sound, and I took the opportunity to think a few choice and inventive words at the worthless piece of scrap metal.
The car had fallen into my lap as a donation from Scott, and had given me more hours of grief than actual miles on the road. I hopped out and propped the hood, glaring speculatively at the greasy labyrinth of hoses and containers. I’d already dealt with the alternator, the carburetor, and the spark plugs. What was left?
I flipped around, surprised by the sound of a nasally male voice behind me. I hadn’t heard anyone approach. More perplexing, I hadn’t sensed him.
“It would appear so,” I said.
“Need some help?”
“Pretty much I just need a new car.”
He had a greasy, nervous smile. “Why don’t I give you a lift? You look like a nice girl. We could have a nice talk while we drive.”
I kept my distance, my mind spinning wildly as I tried to place him. Instinct told me he wasn’t human. Nor was he Nephilim. Funny thing was, I didn’t think he was a fallen angel, either. He had a round, cherubic face topped with a thatch of yellow-blond hair, and floppy Dumbo ears. He looked so harmless, in fact, that it made me instantly suspicious. Instantly uneasy.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll catch a ride with my friend.”
His smile vanished and he lunged for my sleeve. “Don’t go.” His voice rose to a whine of desperation.
I took several startled steps back.
“That is— I mean— I was trying to say—” He gulped, then hardened his eyes into glittering beads. “I need to talk to your boyfriend.”
My heart beat faster and a panicky thought seized me. What if he was Nephilim and I couldn’t detect it? What if he really did know about me and Patch? What if he’d found me tonight to get a message across—that Nephilim and fallen angels don’t mix? I was a brand-new Nephil, no match for him if it came to a physical confrontation.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I tried to stay calm as I turned back toward the Devil’s Handbag.
“Put me in touch with Patch,” the man called after me, that same desperate squeak pinching his voice. “He’s avoiding me.”
I picked up my pace.
“Tell him if he doesn’t come out of hiding, I’ll—I’ll—smoke him out. I’ll burn down the whole of Delphic Amusement Park if I have to!”
I glanced over my shoulder warily. I didn’t know what Patch had gotten himself mixed up in, but I had an uncomfortable feeling swelling in my stomach. Whoever this man was, cherubic features aside, he meant business.
“He can’t avoid me forever!” He scurried away on his stumpy legs until he blended into the shadows, whistling a tune that sent a jitter down my spine.
Reading Group Guide
A Reading Group Guide for: Finale By Becca Fitzpatrick About This Book Now that Nora is a full-blooded Nephil, the oaths that she has sworn are binding. This means that she is sworn to lead Hank’s army against the fallen angels AND squelch the Nephilim rebellion. Failing to do either will exact a terrible price, but she can’t do both. Nor is she sure that she even wants to end the rebellion. So now she has to do the impossible—ensure justice for her fellow Nephilim without losing everything that she loves. Can she find a solution that doesn’t involve a full-blown war? Can she protect those that she loves? And can she keep Patch’s love if every plan involves pushing him away? Discussion Questions 1. Is Scott justified in hurting others to protect Nora, such as when he brands a fallen angel to prevent her from being branded? What other characters harm or endanger others to save a single person? Is one person’s life worth this sacrifice? Does Scott fulfill his vow in the end? 2. Nora fabricates a relationship with Dante to draw attention away from her real relationship with Patch. Do the people in her life believe in this relationship? Do you know of any real-life examples of this tactic? Is this type of subterfuge usually successful? 3. What is Nora’s original plan for dealing with the Nephilim army and her promise to the Archangels? How does her plan change throughout the course of the story? Why does she feel compelled to change her course of action? 4. Why is Nora at a disadvantage even though she’s now full-blooded Nephilim? How does this affect the way she approaches the upcoming war? Could she have delegated the fighting to someone stronger and run Hank’s army from a distance? 5. How would you describe Patch’s method of dealing with threats to Nora’s safety? How do his actions make Nora feel? Do you think his reaction is the best way of solving the problems they face? 6. Why are the fallen angels so quiet as Cheshvan begins? What is their plan? Why does their invasion of the Devil’s Handbag disturb Nora so much? 7. Dante tells Nora that loyalty is about taking a side. Whose side is Nora on? 8. What does Dante want with devilcraft? Is this different than why Hank wanted it? What makes Nora especially susceptible to the addictive properties of devilcraft? 9. Why do Nora and her friends trust Dante? What is his ultimate goal? Does he end up doing anything that is helpful to Nora and/or her cause? 10. Discuss Detective Basso’s actions toward and relationship with Nora throughout the course of these four books. Do his actions make more sense now that we know who he really is? 11. What motivates Marcie to act the way she does? Are her actions justified? Is she all bad? 12. Why is Nora so jealous of Dabria? Has Patch given her a reason to feel this way? Has Dabria ever given her a reason to not feel jealous? Is Nora’s jealousy helpful or harmful during the course of the story? 13. How does Vee change over the course of the story? Should Nora have explained what was happening to her earlier? Should Vee have told Nora about the changes in her life right away? Activities 1. The Hebrew month of Cheshvan—which in this case involves fallen angels, Nephilim, and possession—falls during the same time as the similarly “spooky” holidays Halloween and Dia de los Muertos. Research the histories and the traditions associated with these two holidays and compare them to what happens during Cheshvan in these books. 2. Nora becomes addicted to devilcraft, despite the fact that she thinks she can control her usage of it. Is there a way that you can help addicts or former addicts in your community? Volunteer at a hotline, or get involved with a peer counseling program at your school. 3. Unlike Vee, Patch and Nora pledge their lives to each other in a very nontraditional ceremony. Study the wedding traditions of various countries throughout history and compare them to both our modern rituals and the ritual that Patch and Nora employed. Can you find any precedents for Patch and Nora’s bond? 4. Nora is forced to make some tough decisions about leading Hank’s army into battle. Choose a famous military leader from history and study his or her battle plans and fighting tactics. 5. Fallen angels suffer excruciating pain when damage is done to their wing scars, and Nora feels that this is an unusually cruel way to control them. Look into the current debate about wartime torture, and write a short opinion paper about your attitude toward torture. How do your views compare to Nora’s? Guide written by Cory Grimminck, Director of the Portland District Library in Michigan. This guide has been provided by Simon & Schuster for classroom, library, and reading group use. It may be reproduced in its entirety or excerpted for these purposes.
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I don't think I have ever felt this profound sense of finality before while reading a book. Not since reading the final book in The Hunger Games trilogy (Mockingjay) have I felt this way. Like I don't know what to do now that this series is over. Now all of a sudden all I can hear in my head is Celine Dion's song "Where does my heart beat now". My best friends got me hooked on Hush Hush, and it was so good it sparked a deep love of reading in me that I still haven't been able to quench. Finale starts off where Silence finished. Nora having sworn to Hank (The Black Hand) that she would lead his Nephilim army or she would forfeit her life and the life of her mother if she failed. Patch and Nora have to keep their relationship a secret so they don't upset the Nephilim but at the same time Nora has to keep her bargain with the Archangels to bring peace. I don't think I have been so nervous while reading a book EVER! I thought about just reading on the toilet because I knew eventually this book would lead me there! After having gone through all the ups and downs with Patch and Nora as we did in the first 3 books, this one sure does top all of the others for most suspenseful. I tried so hard to figure out which way the story was going to go, but every time I did it would veer off into another direction. I was second guessing EVERY. SINGLE. CHARACTER. You couldn't help it, everyone is a suspect (or so says the authorities.) The most shocking moment I absolutely DID NOT see coming involved a beloved character. I can't believe as many times as I have read this series I didn't see this coming! To some it might not be a surprise but to me it was and THAT gave to story a whole new punch! This book made me cry, and that almost NEVER happens! I mean the book has to be pretty darn drastic for me to start crying. (That should tell you a little about this book all by itself) I was beside myself with grief over a particular scene I also didn't see coming, but I won't divulge the details due to spoilers. This was one of the hardest books to read because it isn't easy to continue with a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes. It doesn't end on a sad note though. The conclusion was well done and beautifully bittersweet giving what the readers of this series craved most. Finality. I am so glad I stumbled onto this series and even though it is over I know it will stay with me for a long time to come.
I LOVE THE BOOKS AND I HOPE THAT THEY STAY TOGETHER AND NEVER GIVE UP ON EACH OTHER!!! I ALSO HOPE THAT THE WILL BE HAVING SOME FIGHTS AND THEN MAKE OUT AGAIN AFTERWARD SO I HOPE THAT THE BAD GUYS ARENT THE SCOT OR THE WIRED PGYCOPATE EX OF PATCH . I THINK THAT THEY WILL BE A HUGE TEAM AND FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT AND AND WHAT THE BELIVE IN! I ALSO THINK THAT THERE MIGHT BE A MOVIE AND THAT IF THEY DO I KNOW SOME PEOPLE THAT WHOULD BE GOOD FOR SCOTT AND PATCH AND HOPEFULLY THEY CAN LOOK SO SEXY SHIRT LESS!!!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY FAVORITE IS PATCH BUT MY FAVORTIE REBLE IS" SCOTTIE THE HOTTIE"
Great Series! One of the best I have read! Couldn't wait to keep reading and now its over with this final installment. A Great series truely leaves you feeling sad that it's over and already missing its characters. I will always remember!
I love this book as much as the others in the series. very well written with excellent plot. Can't wait for the next one
I know its a teen novel, but i dont care. I thought it was amazing and i had a hard time putting it down half the time.(: i highly recommend this book to anyone!!!!
I have been a fan of the books from the start and i have to say that this was the perfect conclusion to a perfect saga. There was nothing left up in the air and I felt complete after reading this amazingly heart-wrenching, action packed book. Becca Fitzpatrick us truly a genious! And although i am sad to see this story end, i couldnt be more happy with how everything turned out. PERFECTION!
THIS BOOK IS THE BEST BOOK IV READ IN SUCH A LONG TIME!ITS ENDING WAS PERFECT! THIS BOOK MAKES OTHER BOOKS LOOK POINTLESS!!LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!!
Never have I ever loved a series so much! This book was the perfect ending for the series. It had me on the edge of my seat, screaming or sobbing as each event took place. Literally my favorite of all the books. Not to mention, that Patch is amazing as usual, with his sarcastic quips and perfectly timed innuendos. If you haven't read this yet, I highly suggest you do, you won't regret itone bit.
Great story line!! Couldn't put it down!!!!!
Oh my GOSHHH! This is the best book ever! I read it in about 2 and a half days . It is hard to put it down once you start reading ! It is great and so are the other 3 that come before it ! I would definitely recommend this book. I wish the saga didnt have to end :( ! But Overall wonderful book! If your reading this , read the book and all the others before it if you havent
Finale and the Hush Hush series have honestly been the best book(s) Ive EVER read. I was so sad to see the ending but it summed it all up. Although I was balling my eyes out in the few last chapters!! Anyone agree? :D Becca Fitzpatrick is such a great writer and I cant wait to see whats next. Goodbye Hush Hush series.... I will deeply miss you.....
i read finale and was sad to have it end. was a very good read...if you haven't read the series you've got to try it you'll love it, if you like this sort of book with fallen angels and such...am hopeing Becca will be writing another series soon did enjoy her books...
I love this book more than anything! I recomend it, and this book is a page turner. You wont be able to stop reading. There are new people betrayal and lust. Also a lot of sadness. So get the book!
I thought this was an amazing end to the Hush Hush series. It was funny, unexpected, thrilling, emotional, sexy, the only part I hated was when Nora mind tricked Patch. That was really low. I'm glad she didnt do anything else to that degree. Dante was a surprise and I regretted Scott. The book was wonderful. 4.7 stars.
Great book, have everything it need to make this book absolutely amazing. Love the ending where patch and nora finally reunited but i really hope this series had never ended. Keep writing amazing stories,Mrs. Fitzpatrick
I loved the series and i cried three times through out the book! I hope theres a movie!!? And i wish finale wasnt the conclusion of patch and nora!:(:)
Im sad cause the saga its over. I love Patch and Nora. Their love is beyond everything! I stayed 3 days in late sleep cause I couldn't stop reading, I always wanted to know more! Vee is great, I love how things turn out with her, but sad for Scott :( he was a great friend, loyal. Becca you did a great job, I just love the all saga. Hope to read another good love story like this one!
They have 2 stay 2gether!!!!!!
I have read so so so many good romance books, but this series tops them all. I was so sad when it ended but it made me happy to see everyone finally get what they wanted, except a few people. Overall the series is fantastic you have to read it. Praise to Becca!!!!! But be warned you might cry on every other page ;,)
I started sobbing when Scot died. All my friend that read the saga said that Scot was a jerk, but I was like "Hail naw he is te best character ever... Even thought he gets drunk a lot XD!" There is this one song that remindes me of him and its "Love Drunk" by Boys like Girls. The first time I heard the song I started sobbing again. Now I cant even think of thus book without thinking the Scot died just to protect his promies to a dead man. THATS WHAT I LOVE ABOT HIM!!!!!!! Best Saga ever written. Imma gonna go and cry in my pillow now.
Loved the whole series, but i really wish that she would write another book about just Nora and Patch now...... also disappointed scott didnt make a reappearance Otherwise good book!
This serie was one of the best i have ever read. I would rate i one million stars if i could. I was interested from the first sentence in the very first book to theast sentence in the fourth book. Excelent witing and i loved the charictors. I have tried to convince my friends to read them but they refuse so i guess i should get the word out to other peope in their place. Love love love these books. P.s. i am msrried to Patch . He is MINE
OMGGGGGGGGGG THIS SERIES IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE BEST SERIES IVE EVER READDDDD ! I JUST FINISHED THE WHOLE SERIES IN 5 DAYS AND I COULDNT PUT IT DOWNI WOULD GO TO SLEEP AT LIKE 4 IN THE MORNING READING!! ITS SOOOOO ADDICTIVE !!! I HAVE TO ADMIT WHEN I REALIZED THAT SHE MADE 3 OTHER BOOKS I WAS A LITTLE BIASED ON IT BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE FIRST ONE WAS PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL ON ITS ON. SO I REALLY WASNT GONNA READ BUT I DID AND IM SOOOOOOOOOOOO GLAD I DID THE ENDING TO THIS BOOK LEGIT MADE ME CRY AND I JUST DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF AFTER I FINISHED. I LITERALLY FELT THAT THROUGHTOUT THIS WHOLE SERIES I PROBABLY COULDVE GOTTEN A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE THE BOOK GETS YOU SO INVOLVED IN IT THAT IN A LOT OF PARTS IM EITHER LAUGHING, CRYING , OR AWING AT HOW BEAUTIFUL AND PERF PATCH AND NORAS RELATIONSHIP IS. ORRR MY HEART IS USUALLY PUNDING FURIOSLY FAST BECAUSE IT GETS REALLY INTENSE SOMETIMES. BUT YEAHH IVE READ A LOT OF SERIES FROM THE HOUSE OF NIGHT SERIES (THAT NEVER SEEMS TO STOP UNFORTUNATELY) TO THE IMMORTAL INSTRUMENTS SERIES AND OF COURSE THE TWILIGHT SERIES BEING MY NUMBER ONE. BUT TO BE HONEST THIS SERIES IS A SUPER CLOSE NUMBER 2 ON MY LIST. LIKE THE TWILIGHT SERIES IS 1 BUT THE HUSH HUSH SERIES IS NUMBER 1.0001. FELL MEE?? BUT PLEASE DEFF READ THIS BOOK IF YOUR INTO THE WHOLE MYSTICALLY, DARK, ACTIONY, INTENSE ROMANCE
I would have to say out of the series this might be my favorite. It was amazing. I loved it. I couldnt put it down, ever. It has a lot of twist that made me want to scream and sometimes possibly cry but it was worth it to get to the end. I wish it didnt have to end.
So glad i stumbled upon this series one summers day in a barnes and noble :) very climactic book and has one of the greatest endings i have ever read in a book for the main characters. Very sweet. Bittersweet in fact, so sad to see Patch and Nora go, but it was the most beautiful of endings and definetly left me smiling with some shimmer in my eyes.