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Informationen zum Autor 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 series The Brimstone Network. As a comic book writer, Sniegoski’s work includes Stupid , Stupid Rat Tails , a prequel miniseries to international hit, Bone . Sniegoski collaborated with Bone creator Jeff Smith on the project, making him the only writer Smith has ever asked to work on those characters. He was born and raised in Massachusetts, where he still lives with his wife LeeAnne and their French Bulldog, Kirby. Visit him on the web at Sniegoski.com. Klappentext Only Aaron and his fellow Nephilim can protect the world from Satan's wrath in this riveting finale to the "New York Times"-bestselling The Fallen series. the Fallen 5 CHAPTER ONE NOW Edna didn’t know if it was night or day. It really didn’t matter, since it was dark most of the time anyway. She rolled slightly on the inflatable mattress to look at the windup travel clock that sat on the basement’s cold concrete floor. 9:48. Edna still didn’t know if it was morning or night. The world outside the house was growing more dangerous. There were . . . creatures in the nearly perpetual darkness. Creatures that would harm her family. It was Edna’s husband, Frank, who had thought it best for the family to move to the basement until things got better. Until things got better. She let the words swim around in her brain as she listened to the steady, deep breathing of her sleeping husband and children. Is it even possible to think of such a time? she wondered. The single basement window had been boarded up with heavy planks, and it was dark in the cellar, the only light coming from a battery-powered lantern atop an old plant stand in the far corner. Is that light dimming? She glanced at the faintly glowing clock again. 9:55. For the first time that day—or was it night?—Edna allowed herself to think of her niece. She allowed herself to think of Vilma. An image took form in her mind. A dark-eyed little girl, scared and saddened by the death of her mother in Brazil. Edna remembered this child, how she’d brought Vilma back to the States and raised the girl as her own. The child with the dark, soulful eyes growing into a beautiful young woman— A beautiful young woman with a secret. Another image took hold, also of Vilma. She was still beautiful, but with fearsome, feathered wings spreading from her back, a sword of holy fire burning in her hand. Is it true? Can it be possible? But Edna had only to remember what was outside, and she knew that it was. Nephilim, Vilma had called herself, the offspring of one of God’s angels and a mortal woman, and, according to her niece, the saviors of the world. Edna thought of the night Vilma had returned to their Lynn, Massachusetts, home and the stories the girl had told about the other young people like herself. She had brought her boyfriend with her. Aaron. His name was Aaron, and something bad had happened to him. Vilma had said he’d been hurt while they were trying to save the world. Edna’s eyes focused on the lantern. Yes, the light was dimming. Careful so as to not rouse her daughter, Nicole, or her son, Michael, Edna rolled from the air mattress onto the floor and crept toward the lantern. The batteries are dying, she thought as she picked up the cheap plastic lantern they’d bought in case the power went out during a storm. She gave it a shake, knowing that it was likely to have little eff...
