Angels and Demons - La série

Some things can't be saved. What would you do if your guardian angel wasn't sent to protect you from the world but to protect the world from you? For thirteen years, Gracen Sullivan dreamed about a red-eyed demon named Hart Blackwell who tortured her every night. Her mother freaked when she found out about her daughter's "hallucinations" and forced Gracen to go to the doctor, who prescribed some very powerful medication which kept Hart out of her head for five years. A week ago, Hart came back and brought a friend. But something has changed, and Gracen is seeing Hart when she's awake too. And the other "friends" in her dreams? They have been found dead. The police want to talk to her. Her boyfriend has become distant. Her dreams are becoming more and more intense. Hell wants her. Heaven has to stop her. When push comes shoving, can Gracen fight the evil eating away inside her or will she be forced to embrace it and destroy the world?

Sometimes all the wishing in the world doesn't change the fact that in order to save everyone, you have to destroy yourself. Sometimes good doesn't always win. Sometimes choices suck. Sometimes people don't break their promises. Sometimes the thing we hate the most is the one thing that can save us. Sometimes... Sometimes love ruins everything.

There's good. There's evil. Then there's her. When Gracen Sullivan stabbed Hart Blackwell, she thought it was over. She thought the world was safe — safe from her. Stuck in the Abyss, watching as the evil inside her body takes over, she has to find some way to stop it. Hart Blackwell expected to wake up in Hell. Instead, he woke up in his grave. With the world falling apart, he has to put the bad history with his brother in the past or there will be no future. Armageddon has been set in motion. Enemies will have to work together or everything will end in fire and brimstone. The Abomination is here. And she must be stopped no matter the consequences.

JESSUP HART BLACKWELL SAVED THE WORLD. Not that anyone will ever know. Not that they’ll remember. But I know. I remember. That’s my curse. I don’t agree with how he did it. I wish it had been me that died. Lord knows we would’ve all been safer if I’d been the one instead of Hart. But he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t live with it. How am I supposed to live with it? The pain. The remorse. The pressing feeling that something inside me that I can’t control is still there… dormant but not dead. Ready to pounce. Ready to kill again. Hart saved the world, that’s true. But he couldn’t save me.

Friday, May 3, 1861 My brother is going to kill me. Kill me or laugh at me—or something. If he ever finds this book… this… Heavens I don't want to say journal. However, I suppose that’s what it is. A book where I can write down my thoughts. I'm sure not able to, nor have the capacity to, do it in life. In real life. And if mother ever sees this… I shudder to think what she would do to me. This is my father's journal. I found it here last week in an old trunk shoved back in the loft of the barn. I find things to do so I don't have to go inside the house. I have my reasons. I suppose this is a safe place to share those reasons or talk about why. No one else is going to come up here and read it, but I know my feelings. So, why should I write them down? Because my grandfather did. Because I want to be in the house as little as possible. Because I need to talk to someone. Because there is something in me that I can't explain. Something dark.