End of Days (Penryn & the End of Days, #3)

by Susan Ee

“If you’re worried about pervs breaking into the house, it’s not going to make a difference whether I’m in this outfit or in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. Either they’re decent human beings or they’re not. Their actions are on them.”

The second my thigh touches his, he moans and shifts, throwing his arm around me. He pulls me back toward his hard body.

How can the world end in a giant fury of biblical proportions yet still leave room for embarrassment?

These are not the screams of an angry man. These are the nightmare screams of someone having his soul torn to pieces right in front of him.

Sometimes, I feel like my whole life is lived in this twilight space between sunshine and darkness.

But I realize now that the toughest choices, the ones that will haunt us for the rest of our lives, are ones that my mom is still sheltering me from.

If only they knew that the sword that dominated their weapons is called Pooky Bear.

But Pooky Bear made me special. I was more than just a girl with it. I was an angel killer.

Power is best held by the ones who don’t want it.” “Why don’t you want it?” “I have better things to do.” “Like what?” He opens one eye and looks at me. “Like convince a stubborn girl to admit she’s madly in love with me.”