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Nora Grey can’t remember anything from the past five life-changing months. After the initial shock of waking up in a cemetery and being told that she has been inexplicably missing for weeks, she tries to get her life back on track. So she goes to school, hangs with her best friend, Vee, and dodges her mom’s creepy new boyfriend.
But there is this voice in the back of her head, an idea that she can almost reach out and touch. Visions of angel wings and unearthly creatures that have nothing to do with the life she knows. And an unshakable feeling that a part of her is missing.
Then Nora crosses paths with a sexy stranger, with whom she feels a mesmerizing connection. He seems to hold all the answers...and her heart. Every minute she spends with him feels more and more intense until she realizes she could be falling in love.
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 four 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 dramas 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
Read an Excerpt
CHAPTER1 COLDWATER, MAINE PRESENT DAY
EVEN BEFORE I OPENED MY EYES, I KNEW I WAS IN danger.
I stirred at the soft crunch of footsteps drawing closer. A dim flicker of sleep remained, dulling my focus. I was flat on my back, a chill seeping through my shirt. My neck was crooked at a painful angle, and I opened my eyes. Thin stones loomed out of the blue-black fog. For a strange suspended moment, an image of crooked teeth came to mind, and then I saw them for what they really were. Gravestones.
I tried to push myself up to sitting, but my hands slipped on the wet grass. Fighting the haze of sleep still curled around my mind, I rolled sideways off a half-sunken grave, feeling my way through the vapor. The knees of my pants soaked up dew as I crawled between the haphazardly placed graves and monuments. Mild recognition hovered, but it was a side thought; I couldn’t bring myself to focus through the excruciating pain radiating inside my skull.
I crawled along a wrought-iron fence, tamping down a layer of decaying leaves that had been years in the making. A ghoulish howl drifted down from above, and while it sent a shudder through me, it wasn’t the sound I was most frightened of. The footsteps trampled over the grass behind me, but whether they were near or far I couldn’t tell. A shout of pursuit cut through the mist, and I hurried my pace. I knew instinctively that I had to hide, but I was disoriented; it was too dark to see clearly, the eerie blue fog casting spells before my eyes.
In the distance, trapped between two walls of spindly and overgrown trees, a white stone mausoleum glowed through the night. Rising to my feet, I ran toward it.
I slipped between two marble monuments, and when I came out on the other side, he was waiting for me. A towering silhouette, his arm raised to strike. I tripped backward. As I fell, I realized my mistake: He was made of stone. An angel raised on a pediment, guarding the dead. I might have smothered a nervous laugh, but my head collided against something hard, jarring the world sideways. Darkness encroached on my vision.
I couldn’t have been out for long. When the stark black of unconsciousness faded, I was still breathing hard from the exertion of running. I knew I had to get up, but I couldn’t remember why. So I lay there, the icy dew mingling with the warm sweat of my skin. At long last I blinked, and it was then that the nearest headstone sharpened into focus. The engraved letters of the epitaph snapped into single-file lines.
I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. Now I understood the familiar shadow that had lurked over my shoulder since waking up minutes ago. I was in Coldwater’s city cemetery. At my dad’s gravesite.
A nightmare, I thought. I haven’t really woken yet. This is all just a horrible dream.
The angel watched me, his chipped wings unfurled behind him, his right arm pointing across the cemetery. His expression was carefully detached, but the curve of his lips was more wry than benevolent. For one moment, I was almost able to trick myself into believing he was real and I wasn’t alone.
I smiled at him, then felt my lip quiver. I dragged my sleeve along my cheekbone, wiping away tears, though I didn’t remember starting to cry. I desperately wanted to climb into his arms, feeling the beat of his wings on air as he flew us over the gates and away from this place.
The resumed sound of footsteps pulled me out of my stupor. They were faster now, crashing through the grass.
I turned toward the sound, bewildered by the bob of light twinkling in and out of the misty darkness. Its beam rose and fell to the cadence of the footsteps—crunch … sweep … crunch … sweep—
I squinted when the light came to a stop between my eyes, dazzling me blind. I had the terrible realization that I definitely wasn’t dreaming.
“Lookie here,” a man’s voice snarled, hidden behind the glare of light. “You can’t be here. Cemetery is closed.”
I turned my face away, specks of light still dancing behind my eyelids.
“How many others are there?” he demanded.
“What?” My voice was a dry whisper.
“How many more are here with you?” he continued more aggressively. “Thought you’d come out and play night games, did you? Hide-and-seek, I reckon? Or maybe Ghosts in the Graveyard? Not on my watch, you aren’t!”
What was I doing here? Had I come to visit my dad? I fished through my memory, but it was disturbingly empty. I couldn’t remember coming to the cemetery. I couldn’t remember much of anything. It was as if the whole night had been ripped out from under my feet.
Worse, I couldn’t remember this morning.
I couldn’t remember dressing, eating, school. Was it even a school day?
Momentarily shoving my panic deep down, I concentrated on orienting myself physically and accepted the man’s outstretched hand. As soon as I was sitting upright, the flashlight glared at me again. “How old are you?” he wanted to know.
Finally something I knew for certain. “Sixteen.” Almost seventeen. My birthday was coming up in August.
“What in the Sam Hill are you doing out here by yourself? Don’t you know it’s past curfew?”
I looked around helplessly. “I—”
“You ain’t a runaway, are you? Just tell me you’ve got someplace to go.”
“Yes.” The farmhouse. At the sudden recollection of home, my heart lifted, followed by the sensation of my stomach plummeting to my knees. Out after curfew? How long after? I tried unsuccessfully to shut out the image of my mom’s enraged expression when I walked through the front door.
“Does ‘yes’ got an address?”
“Hawthorne Lane.” I stood, but swayed violently when blood rushed to my head. Why couldn’t I remember how I’d gotten here? Surely I’d driven. But where had I parked the Fiat? And where was my handbag? My keys?
“Been drinking?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
I shook my head.
The beam of the flashlight had slipped marginally off my face, when suddenly it was square between my eyes yet again.
“Hold on a second,” he said, a note of something I didn’t like slipping into his voice. “You’re not that girl, are you? Nora Grey,” he blurted, as if my name was a knee-jerk response.
I retreated a step. “How—do you know my name?”
“The TV. The reward. Hank Millar posted it.”
Whatever he said next floated past. Marcie Millar was the closest thing I had to an archenemy. What did her dad have to do with this?
“They’ve been looking for you since end of June.”
“June?” I repeated, a drop of panic splattering inside me. “What are you talking about? It’s April.” And who was looking for me? Hank Millar? Why?
“April?” He eyed me queerly. “Why, girlie, it’s September.”
September? No. It couldn’t be. I would know if sophomore year had ended. I would know if summer vacation had come and gone. I’d woken up a mere handful of minutes ago, disoriented, yes, but not stupid.
But what reason did he have to lie?
With the flashlight lowered, I looked him over, getting my first full picture. His jeans were stained, his facial hair tufted from days without a razor, his fingernails long and black under the tips. He looked an awful lot like the vagabonds who wandered the railroad tracks and shacked up by the river during the summer months. They were known to carry weapons.
“You’re right, I should be getting home,” I said, backing away, brushing my hand against my pocket. The familiar bump of my cell phone was missing. Same with my car keys.
“Now just where do you think you’re going?” he asked, coming after me.
My stomach cramped at his sudden movement, and I broke into a run. I raced in the direction the stone angel pointed, hoping it led to a south gate. I would have used the north gate, the one I was familiar with, but it would have required me to run toward the man, instead of away. The ground cut away beneath my feet, and I stumbled downhill. Branches scraped my arms; my shoes slapped against the uneven and rocky ground.
“Nora!” the man shouted.
I wanted to shake myself for telling him I lived on Hawthorne Lane. What if he followed me?
His stride was longer, and I heard him tramping behind me, closing in. I flung my arms wildly, beating back the branches that sank like claws into my clothes. His hand clamped my shoulder, and I swung around, batting it away. “Don’t touch me!”
“Now hold on a minute. I told you about the reward, and I aim to get it.”
He lunged for my arm a second time, and on a shot of adrenaline, I drove my foot into his shin.
“Uuhn!” He doubled over, clutching his lower leg.
I was shocked by my violence, but I didn’t have any other choice. Staggering back a few steps, I cast a hasty look around, trying to get my bearings. Sweat dampened my shirt, slinking down my backbone, causing every hair on my body to stand tall. Something was off. Even with my groggy memory, I had a clear map of the cemetery in my head—I’d been here countless times to visit my dad’s grave—but while the cemetery felt familiar, down to every last detail including the overwhelming smell of burning leaves and stale pond water, something about its appearance was off.
And then I put my finger on it.
The maple trees were speckled with red. A sign of impending autumn. But that wasn’t possible. It was April, not September. How could the leaves be changing? Was the man possibly telling the truth?
I glanced back to see the man limping after me, pressing his cell phone to his ear. “Yeah, it’s her. I’m sure of it. Leaving the cemetery, heading south.”
I plunged ahead with renewed fear. Hop the fence. Find a well-lit, well-populated area. Call the police. Call Vee—
Vee. My best and most trusted friend. Her house was closer than mine. I’d go there. Her mom would call the police. I’d describe to them what the man looked like, and they’d track him down. They’d make sure he left me alone. Then they’d talk me back through the night, retracing my steps, and somehow the gaps in my memory would stitch back together and I’d have something to work with. I’d shake off this detached version of myself, this feeling of being suspended in a world that was mine but rejecting me.
I stopped running only to hoist myself over the cemetery fence. There was a field one block up, just on the other side of Wentworth Bridge. I’d cross it and weave my way up the tree streets—Elm and Maple and Oak—cutting through alleys and side yards until I was safe inside Vee’s house.
I was hurrying toward the bridge when the sharp sound of a siren wailed around the corner, and a pair of headlights pinned me in place. A blue Kojak light was attached to the roof of the sedan, which screeched to a halt on the far side of the bridge.
My first instinct was to run forward and point the police officer in the direction of the cemetery, describing the man who’d grabbed me, but as my thoughts came around, I was filled with dread.
Maybe he wasn’t a police officer. Maybe he was trying to look like one. Anyone could get their hands on a Kojak light. Where was his squad car? From where I stood, squinting through his windshield, he didn’t appear to be in uniform.
All these thoughts tumbled through me in a hurry.
I stood at the foot of the sloping bridge, gripping the stone wall for support. I was sure the maybe-officer had seen me, but I moved into the shadows of the trees bowing over the river’s edge anyway. From my peripheral vision, the black water of the Wentworth River glinted. As kids, Vee and I had crouched under this very bridge, catching crawdads from the riverbank by inserting sticks speared with hotdog pieces into the water. The crawdads had fastened their claws to the hotdog, refusing to let go even when we lifted them out of the river and shook them loose in a bucket.
The river was deep at the center. It was also well hidden, snaking through undeveloped property where no one had forked out money to install streetlights. At the end of the field, the water rushed on toward the industrial district, past retired factories, and out to sea.
I briefly wondered if I had it in me to jump off the bridge. I was terrified of heights and the sensation of falling, but I knew how to swim. I only had to make it into the water …
A car door shut, yanking me back to the street. The man in the maybe-police car had stepped out. He was all mob: curly dark hair, and dressed formally in a black shirt, black tie, black slacks.
Something about him slapped my memory. But before I could truly grasp it, my memory slammed shut and I was as lost as ever.
An assortment of twigs and branches littered the ground. I bent down, and when I straightened, I was holding a stick half as thick as my arm.
The maybe-officer pretended not to see my weapon, but I knew he had. He pinned a police badge to his shirt, then raised his hands level with his shoulders. I’m not going to hurt you, the gesture said.
I didn’t believe him.
He sauntered a few steps forward, taking care not to make any sudden movements. “Nora. It’s me.” I flinched when he spoke my name. I’d never heard his voice before, and that made my heart pound hard enough that I felt it clear up around my ears. “Are you hurt?”
I continued to watch him with growing anxiety, my mind darting in multiple directions. The badge could easily be fake. I’d already decided the Kojak light was. But if he wasn’t police, who was he?
“I called your mom,” he said, climbing the gradual slope of the bridge. “She’s going to meet us at the hospital.”
I didn’t drop the stick. My shoulders rose and fell with every breath; I could feel air panting between my teeth. Another bead of sweat slicked beneath my clothes.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” he said. “It’s all over. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you. You’re safe now.”
I didn’t like his long, easy stride or the familiar way he spoke to me.
“Don’t come any closer,” I told him, the sweat on my palms making it hard to grip the stick properly.
His forehead creased. “Nora?”
The stick wobbled in my hand. “How do you know my name?” I demanded, not about to let him know how scared I was. How much he scared me.
“It’s me,” he repeated, gazing straight into my eyes, as if he expected lights to coming blazing on. “Detective Basso.”
“I don’t know you.”
He said nothing for a moment. Then tried a new approach. “Do you remember where you’ve been?”
I watched him warily. I moved deeper in my memory, looking down even the darkest and oldest corridors, but his face wasn’t there. I had no recollection of him. And I wanted to remember him. I wanted something—anything—familiar to cling to, so I could make sense of a world that, from my vantage point, had been twisted to distortion.
“How did you get to the cemetery tonight?” he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly in that direction. His movements were cautious. His eyes were cautious. Even the line of his mouth was politic. “Did someone drop you off? Did you walk?” He waited. “I need you to tell me, Nora. This is important. What happened tonight?”
I’d like to know myself.
A wave of nausea rolled through me. “I want to go home.” I heard a brittle clatter near my feet. Too late, I realized I’d dropped the stick. The breeze felt cold on my empty palms. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The whole night was a huge mistake.
No. Not the whole night. What did I know of it? I couldn’t remember the whole of it. My only starting point was a slice back in time, when I’d woken on a grave, cold and lost.
I drew up a mental picture of the farmhouse, safe and warm and real, and felt a tear trickle down the side of my nose.
“I can take you home.” He nodded sympathetically. “I just need to take you to the hospital first.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, hating myself for being reduced to crying. I couldn’t think of a better or faster way to show him just how frightened I really was.
He sighed—the softest of sounds, as if he wished there were a way around the news he was about to deliver. “You’ve been missing for eleven weeks, Nora. Do you hear what I’m saying? Nobody knows where you’ve been the past three months. You need to be looked at. We need to make sure you’re okay.”
I stared at him without really seeing him. Tiny bells pealed in my ears but sounded very far off. Deep in my stomach I felt a lurch, but I tried to stuff the queasiness away. I’d cried in front of him, but I wasn’t going to be sick.
“We think you were abducted,” he said, his face unreadable. He’d closed the distance between us and now stood too close. Saying things I couldn’t grasp. “Kidnapped.”
I blinked. Just stood there and blinked.
A sensation grabbed my heart, tugging and twisting. My body went slack, tottering in the air. I saw the gold blur of the streetlights above, heard the river lapping under the bridge, smelled the exhaust from his running car. But it was all in the background. A dizzy afterthought.
With only that brief warning, I felt myself swaying, swaying. Falling into nothing.
I was unconscious before I hit the ground.
© 2011 Becca Fitzpatrick
Reading Group Guide
A Reading Group Guide to
By Becca Fitzpatrick
About This Book
When Nora wakes up in the middle of a graveyard, she doesn’t know how much her life is about to change. As a matter of fact . . . she doesn’t know much of anything. She doesn’t remember a single thing about the past five months, including the fact that she’s been missing—kidnapped—for eleven weeks. Her mom and Vee are happy to have Nora home, but they also seem to be hiding something from her. How much do they know? How much will Nora eventually remember? And why does that brooding dark-haired boy with mysterious skills seem so familiar?
· How does being kidnapped change the way that Nora is treated by her family and friends? In what ways does her kidnapping change how Nora feels? Are there any similarities between her postkidnapping frame of mind and how she felt in the previous books when she was firmly entrenched in the Nephilim struggles?
· In Chapter 10, Nora says of her amnesia that “ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.” Do you agree with this assessment? Are there any benefits to her amnesia? Does the fact that she eventually learns what has happened to her put Nora in a better position?
· Why do most of the people who know about Nora’s past not tell her about it? Are their reasons valid, particularly in light of everything that Hank Millar is doing? Who does talk to Nora about her past, and why?
· How is Nora’s relationship with Scott different now than it was before she was kidnapped? Why is she so quick to believe his tales of Nephilim and fallen angels? Do you think she would have been more skeptical of him if someone else had helped her fill in the gaps in her memory?
· The vagabond at the cemetery wants to collect a reward for finding Nora. Is he the only one who hopes to gain something from his association with her? Have there been other occasions in her life where Nora was considered a “reward” by someone? Are there times where she uses other people, instead of always being used by them?
· Hank Millar believes that he is fighting for justice—hence his creed, “Justice before mercy,” and the variations on his “Black Hand” nickname. Do you think there is any justice involved in what he’s doing? Do his ends ever justify his means? Can you think of other ways that he might have gone about getting justice for the Nephilim?
· Why doesn’t Scott want to wear the Black Hand’s ring? What makes him decide to put it on and not take it off? Does Nora’s opinion of the ring change over the course of the book?
· Nora decides to tell her mom and Vee all about the Nephilim and what has happened to her over the past months. Do you think this will help her situation? Will they be more or less safe once they know everything? Would they have believed her if she’d told them earlier?
· Does Nora have any choice but to swear the oath that turns her into a Nephilim? What reasons does she have for not swearing the oath? Are there any benefits to her becoming a Nephilim?
· Why does Patch agree to let Nora take the lead in the final confrontation with Hank? Which of them was more wronged by Hank? Does anyone else have a reason to want to see Hank brought to justice?
· If Hank hadn’t had Patch’s wing feather, Nora would have let him live. Why didn’t she want to kill him? Do you think Hank would rather live or die?
· Nora’s amnesia leaves her with no memory of key events in her life, and she must rely on others to fill in the gaps. Ask a family member or one of your friends to describe an event in your life that you shared with them. Did you learn anything new or get a different perspective from hearing their version?
· Everyone thinks that Nora was abducted by a stranger. What can you do to help keep yourself or the children in your community safe? Find a self-defense class in your town that will teach you how to protect yourself. Is there any sort of “stranger danger” training in the elementary schools in your area where you can volunteer?
· The Nephilim and the fallen angels swear a lot of oaths. Research some famous oaths from our world (the Hippocratic oath, etc.) and compare them to the oaths in the book. Write your own oath—one that pertains to your beliefs and goals.
· Hank truly believes that he is fighting for justice for the Nephilim, and that he’s doing the right thing. Is there a cause that you believe in . . . one for which you are willing to fight? Donate your time and talents to this cause.
· Nora has some important decisions to make about the upcoming battle and whether or not she will lead the Nephilim army. What do you think she should do? Write a short story that explains what Nora’s next steps are.
· Marcie spends much of the book trying to find Patch’s necklace for Hank. Do you think that Patch’s necklace suits him? Draw your own version of an archangel necklace, one that portrays your personality.
· Nora gets a blood transfusion against her will, but many people need blood transfusions in order to save their lives. Ensure that there’s enough blood for people in crisis by donating a pint today.
· Hank, Gabe, and even Patch use mind tricks to change the way people think and ultimately get their way. Hypnotism is the closest thing we have to these mind tricks—read a book about hypnotism and see how it works. Can you learn how to hypnotize people?
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I wanted SO badly to love this book. Crescendo, the second book in the series, ended on a note that left me and everybody else hanging on the edge of our seats. There was so much potential for this book, but I had a very difficult time really getting into it. It took me a few hours each to read the first two books in the series, but it took me almost three days to read Silence. For a while, I wasn't sure why. Then I figured it out. First of all, all we do throughout this book is basically re-learn all the information we were given in the first book, Hush, Hush. Some of the character's in Nora's life were obviously keeping things from her, but she didn't know what exactly they were hiding. The problem: The readers DO know. Nora spends almost the entire books trying to unravel information and events that we already know. Second of all, I was more than halfway through the book and Patch had only come into the picture TWICE. I'm not sure if Becca Fitzpatrick was trying to prove that the books would be good even without Patch, but I found myself looking ahead to figure out when was the next time Patch would come in. Because while he is not the biggest part of this story, he is HOT and us fangirls want to see A LOT of him. Now, in the two books preceding this, I never really had that much of a problem with Nora. A lot of people did, but I didn't mind her that much. But in Silence I swear she got even more stupid, self-centered, and whiny. Seriously, most of her thoughts throughout the novel consisted of, "Omg. My life sucks. I can't remember anything. Wah wah wah." I mean, I can understand that you'd obviously be upset about losing your memory, but we didn't need to be reminded every thirty seconds. To make matters worse, Nora didn't really think of anyone other than herself. Sure, she helped Scott a few times and worried about her mother. But she snuck out anyway, knowing that if her mother found out she would probably have a heart attack. She was so wrapped up in her own self-pity that she forgot to warn Scott about a few VERY important things. And when she figured out that Vee and her mother were hiding things from her it was all, "How could they do this to me? Blah blah blah." Like maybe they didn't care about her or have a very good reason for omitting information. Nora reminded me of the girl that when you're watching a scary movie, you're thinking, "Yeah, that's smart. Go upstairs and hide in a closet where there is absolutely no room for escape." Despite everything, she continuously made stupid decisions. She claims to love Patch, but she can't obey ANYTHING he freaking tells her to do. He asks her to stay in a house for a little while, and she goes out to assist a guy with a major target over his head. There were several times throughout this novel when I actually said out loud, "Oh my god. Why are you so dumb!?" Having said all that, Becca Fitzpatrick is very good with a story arc. Her rising and falling of action was very good. This book could have been condensed into a few chapters. There was only about one important event that really furthered this story, and I am extremely disappointed. I am really glad that this is not the final book in the series.
When I first read Hush,Hush I fell head over heels in love with Patch from the begining. When I finlly got my hands on Silenece I couldn't put it down. In silence you'll see a much sweeter side of our favorite bad boy. Over all an excellent book. I can't wait for the next book!Patch and Nora Forever!
An angel gets his wings torn off. By choice. And that's only the first couple of pages of Silence, the third book in Becca Fitzpatrick's best selling Hush, Hush series. And we're not just talking about any angel. It's Patch. The ripped abs, tousled hair celestial being beloved by fan girls (and women) everywhere. He sacrifices himself in order to rescue his human girlfriend, Nora, from the diabolical clutches of her Nephilim father, Hank. One problem. While granting her release, Hank erases five months of his daughter's memory - essentially every moment that she ever spent with Patch. That's some serious parental interference when it comes to teenage romance. As Nora struggles to find her way through the haze of amnesia, she begins seeing flashes of black while experiencing a rush of intense longing. She's also transported into visions of a female archangel caged in a warehouse suffering torture at the hands of Hank. Yet she only knows Hank as the father of her lifelong nemesis, Marcie and now the unexpected new boyfriend of her widowed mother. She doesn't want him in her life, and now she has a reason to suspect he is capable of even greater treachery. If she only knew. Her best friend, Vee, along with her mother, conspire to keep any reference of Patch out of Nora's life. Yet her innate yearning to connect with her soul mate allows her to find him in her dreams, and in a twist of fate, at the scene of a 7-11 robbery. As they unexpectedly come face-to-face, Nora senses he is someone who means a great deal to her. Patch provides her with the alias, Jev, and tries to fly under her radar until she is launched into a flashback by accidentally touching the wing scars on his back. Patch can't keep his true identity secret for long, no matter how much he longs to protect Nora from the corrupt bargain he made with her father. However, when Hank breaks his word by infiltrating Nora's life, all bets are off. Key characters make noteworthy appearances. Scott Parnell is on the run from Hank and his Nephilim army. He seeks Nora's help by climbing through her bedroom window in the middle of the night angling an invitation as her date to the upcoming homecoming dance. Detective Basso is the first to discover Nora wandering in a cemetery months after her abduction, although she faints when he approaches her. Marcie Millar is no stranger to making Nora's life a living hell, but while acting as Hank's puppet she attempts to form an alliance with Nora even taking her dress shopping. But in Silence, the spotlight remains on the deepening relationship of Patch and Nora. For the first time, Patch is solidly committed to making it work with Nora despite the odds. He has made the decision that she is his destiny and he will let nothing stand in the way of their love for each other. He has gone from a boy's passing interest to a man's fully developed attachment to the woman he loves. For Nora's sake, it's about time. Patch has finally realized the full breadth of his feelings for her. Her patience has paid off. While they still don't consummate their relationship by book's end, they come awfully close. While Patch is more than willing, he respects Nora's decision not to complicate her life any further after she undergoes a life-altering transformation propagated by Hank. She's not the same girl she was in Hush, Hush or Crescendo. In Silence, Nora becomes a new being altogether. Overall, an angel loses his wings finally proving the devotion of h
I loved reading this wonderful book!
I am so excited for this book!! The first 2 were amazing!! I couldnt put them down!!! Such a fantastic read, would reccommend to ANYONE! Soo good!
I really hope they a movie for the hush, hush saga. That would be so awsome. :(:
"Silence" is an edge-of-your-seater loaded with suspense, action and is a great love story. I loved the peek behind the big, bad man to see the real deal. It ended with an unexpected twist with a cliffhanger but all the major points of contention are wrapped up nicely. I really enjoyed it and recommend highly.
My Summary: Nora can¿t remember. She¿s been missing for three months but has no memory of that time. But her memory problems go even farther than that. She can¿t remember the last five months. She can¿t remember anything about who took her. She can¿t remember the Black Hand or the danger that has been her life. She can¿t remember her love for Patch. She can¿t remember Patch at all. As she re-enters her life, she¿s shocked to learn that Hank Miller is dating her mom. He scares her but she can¿t remember why. As little bits of memory flick in her mind and as she keeps encountering Jev, Nora plunges back into the Nephilim war. But Hank is two steps ahead of her at every turn. Will Nora be able to remember the past in time to save the ones she loves? Can she remember the ones she loves? My Thoughts: 5 stars ¿ a must read I loved Hush Hush. It was my first real angel book and I fell immediately for Patch. Crescendo brought me frustration with Patch but in the end, he came through for me. Silence was started with that same frustration. There was too much of the beginning that didn¿t star Patch but as soon as he made his appearance, I was hooked. I really enjoy the world that Becca has created for Nora and Patch. I like the lore that goes with the fallen angels and Nephilim. It¿s complex enough to hold my interest without being too overwhelming to keep up with. With the twist in this book, I¿m interested to see how Becca draws this to a conclusion. Of course, I love the characters. Patch is by far my favorite. He is so clearly devoted to Nora in this book that I wanted to smack her a couple of times for even considering doubting him. With her developments in this book, I wonder how their relationship will change. I wonder a lot of things at the end of another cliff hanger ending. I will admit it¿s not as bad a Crescendo but it still leaves everything up in the air, again. I think I have come to accept that authors are going to do this to readers. How else can they expect us to grab up the next book as soon as possible. And I will be picking up the next book as soon as possible. You should pick this one up too ¿ as soon as possible. It¿s fabulous.
Totally awesome. I couldn't wait to read this book and was not disappointed.
I loved the first two books so much i couldnt wait for this one! But i was really dissappointed! Nora's memory loss was just so annoying! I felt as if it made the other two books seem pointless, because she didnt know enything there for the whole book was basically her whining about how she couldnt remember and everyone felt sorry for her, even Hanks plan to start a war wasnt that interesting? And at the end i was left woundering " is there going to be another book? And if so is it ganna be as bad as this one?" Personally i think your fine just reading the first two!
I got this last night and couldn't put it down. I looked at my clock and was surprised it was 3AM! If you loved or even like the first book you must read.
PATCH! Just had to say his name :D The book was an exceptional read that kept me hooked till the very end. Nora's amnesia really ticked me off at times... it hurt that she totally forgot who Patch was! Well, not totally... but it still hurt. I did enjoy the parts where Nora and Scott, the playful yet arrogant Nephil, had secret meetings. I thought their somewhat "flirtatious" banter was cute, and I really liked Scott in this book. Anyways, read it! Next book comes out fall 2012
I love these books! I love her writing style...... but most of all...... I LOVE PATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He is my favorite charactor....... he is super hot...... although i am disappointed that patch is not in this book often, it is pretty good..... my favorite book in this series is the 1st, Hush Hush!
The first and second books in this series kept my attention. I was really hoping for more out of the third book and was really disappointed. The third book just kept rehashing the second book over and over. *spoiler* I understand why, because of the amnesia, but it just became redundant. I was really disappointed in Nora. For as smart as she was, her will was always weak and was constantly the classic damsel in distress and relied to much on Patch to save her. I was hoping in the end she would embrace her powers of a pure blood and come out looking more like a hero....instead of a sniveling child that could not function without Patch.
I swear to god im gonna die if the author doesnt publish the book soon. I looked it up and unfortunately,the book comes out on OCTOBER. Freaking October. The author is clearly trying to torture her readers because if i dont find out wat happens in the end soon, i will personally find Bella Fitzpatricks adress and steal her copy of the next book. Im pretty sure this is one of the best series ive read since the hunger games. I AM IN LOVE WITH PATCH. He is like the awesomest dude ever. Makes you believe in love again. Guys need to act more like Patch. Just saying. ;)
At first, her memory loss was frustrating but it turned out really good in the end. I loved it all the way through and couldn't put it down! I hope there is a 4th one soon!
Silence was not exactly what i expected but it was still pretty good. i just dislike how patch ignored nora at first instead of explaining everything to her! i got frustrated at patch for this. but the rest was very well written except it ends in a sort of cliffhanger at the end but i hear there's going to be a fourth book because becca fitzpatrick wanted to write more. so cant wait for next year! :)
I was expecting this book to top the firsst two, but sadly my expactions were not met to standards. Basically "Silence" consist of re-learning what you should already know from the first two books. That was a great portion of the book, but the problem is the readers already know ALL of this stuff, so i found myself skipping altleast 3 chapters of pointless writing. Over al the book was OK but it could have been a whole lot better... I can feel this series will fall downward and i really enjoyed this series :( Oh well.
oh MY GOSH! this book is amazing and soooo worth the money, i got it last night and i couldn't put it down for more than ten minutes, does get a lil racy sexual wise, but no real awkward details... SHE BETTER MAKE A 4TH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I read this book in a day in a half im totally addicted and the clift hangger is killin me im sooo pumped for the next book!!!!!! Keep up the great book becca :)
Oh My Lord Truely, Amzaing I remember opening to the first page and thinking here we go...The New Book and I Wasn't ready Cause I knew this is the last book, I about broke down in tears because omg if I finish this to fast I will never read The same book again like I will get home from school and read it when I finished, like one day...I broke down like WHY WHY DID I HAVE TO FINISH IT!!! So as I got bored cause you know how you can't move on after you read a really good book, your like scrambling around to find a new one but nothing can replace it and you know that it truely sucks
All summer Nora Grey has been missing. When she appears out of nowhere in the middle of the cemetery, she discovers she can’t remember the past five months of her life. It also turns out her mother has been dating the father of her biggest enemy Marcie Millar. Talk about living an nightmare. Traumatized and feeling alone Nora tries to piece her life back together. Her friends say one thing and other people from her past say another. Nora knows her mother is keeping something from her, but as she muddles through her memories each road comes up empty. Try as she can to figure things out there are other forces drawing Nora into danger. Each time she lands in perils way, a handsome unknown stranger swoops in to save her. Like a guardian angel. If only Nora could just remember what really happened…Sigh. It’s been a slow deterioration for this series. Granted, again, Fitzpatrick has made me eager to know what happened to Nora. However the plot is beginning to thin. I found this book to be ‘too easy’. There were many sections where I thought ‘That seriously wouldn’t happen’ to ‘The world doesn’t operate that way’. Now I understand this is a YA book and sometimes you come across ones that don’t make sense and it’s supposed to be ok. However, the best YA can weave a tale where even if things don’t make senses it’s still believable. This is not one of those series. My disappointment is growing, but there is only one book left so I feel I’ve invested this much and need to finish. My hopes are not high though.
I loved the first book, so I'm really disappointed at how this book is turning out. The main character Nora is really getting annoying. She is jealous and whiny all the time. I'm finding it really hard finishing the book.
I highly recommend this book. It is my favorite out of all three.
What I liked about this book was the beginning. It started off with Nora being extremely disoriented and you feel the same way. It was well done and at the time it made me wonder if I had to go back and reread Crescendo because I might have missed something (because I felt just as lost as Nora did!) The entire plot of the book was all right. I’m not sure whether to love Patch or to slap him silly because he can be such a jerk at times. But the chemistry between both Nora and Patch is still there, and is the tension ever good and so well written you can definitely feel it between them. There was a potential love triangle forming in the book, and I’d have to say he was likable as well (I hated him at first too, but he started to grow on me) and I was almost going to think he was a suitable replacement for Patch, but that would be heresy wouldn’t it? (Yes, I’m a big Patch fan). There were some very memorable quotes from Patch that made me scream like a giddy school girl (Becca Fitzpatrick just did a GREAT job on Patch in this book). I liked how nearly everything was explained with the Nephilim, The Black Hand, and how Patch, Scott, and Hank fit into this picture. I was very surprised, about Marcie (although I really hated her in this book, as she became a big idiot and a complete tool) but her behavior towards the end was surprising, and now I am not sure what to think. I still hate her, yes, but with that one little action, perhaps she’s redeemable. I was a bit disappointed that Vee wasn’t around as much as she was in the past novels. I hoped to see more of her because she provided a lot of the comic relief moments (this book actually is much darker than the first two). Overall, the ending leaves more questions to be answered! so I’m so glad a fourth book has been announced!! this means more Patch for me to enjoy and read :D fans might not be satisfied with this book as it certainly feels as if nothing much really happens until more than halfway in the book, newbies, it’s best to start with Hush, Hush!