Teaser tuesday #5 - Angelfall

Eccoci all'appuntamento con la rubrica Teaser Tuesdays, ideata dal blog Should Be Reading!

Le semplici regole:

- Prendi il libro che stai leggendo;

- Aprilo ad una pagina a caso;

- Trascrivine un breve pezzo, facendo attenzione ad evitare eventuali spoilers;

- Riporta Titolo e Autore del libro.

Il mio teaser di questa settimana è su Angelfall (pubblicato in italiano come L'angelo caduto) di Susan Ee, un post-apocalittico che già dalle prime pagine mi ha intrigato molto... prevedo l'arrivo di un nuovo book-boyfriend!
Staremo a vedere...

"What's your name?" I ask.

I don't need to know. In fact, I don't want to know. Giving him a name makes it sound like we're somehow on the same side, which we can never be. It's like acknowledging that we could become friends. But that's not possible. It's pointless to make friends with your executioner.

"Raffe."

I only asked him his name to distract him from thinking about having to use his feet instead of his wings. But now that I know his name, it feels right. "Rah-fie," I repeat slowly. "I like the sound of that."

His eyes soften as though he smiles even though his expression doesn't change from his stony look. For some reason, it makes my face heat up.

I clear my throat to break the tension. "Raffe sounds like Raw Feet. Coincidence?" That gets a smile out of him. When he smiles, he really does look like someone you'd want to get to know. Some otherworldly handsome guy a girl could dream about.
Only he's not a guy. And he's too otherworldly. Not to mention that this girl is beyond dreaming about anything other than food, shelter, and the safety of her family.

I rub my finger firmly around the adhesive to make sure it won't fall off. He inhales sharply and I can't tell if it's from pain or pleasure. I'm careful to keep my eyes down on my task.

"So, aren't you going to ask me my name?" I could kick myself. That sounds just like me flirting. But I'm not, of course. I couldn't be. At least I'd managed to keep the tone from being giggly.

"I already know your name." Then he mimics my mother's voice perfectly. "Penryn Young, you open this door right now!"

"That's pretty good. You sound just like her."

"You must have heard the old adage that there's power in knowing someone's true name."

"Is it true?"

"It can be. Especially between species."

"Then why did you just tell me yours?" He leans back and gives me a bad boy, devil-may-care shrug.

"So what do they call you if they don't know your name?"

There's a brief pause before he answers. "The Wrath of God."

                                                  

Beh, questa parte dove sono capitata mi pare molto interessante!!! Non vedo l'ora di arrivarci! *o*

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