Rapture by Lauren Kate, now you can read online.
PROLOGUE
FALLING
First there was silence—
In the space between Heaven and the Fall, deep in the unknowable distance, there was a moment when the glorious hum of Heaven disappeared and was replaced by a silence so profound that Daniel’s soul strained to make out any noise.
Then came the feeling of falling—a drop even his wings couldn’t prevent, as if the Throne had attached moons to them. They hardly beat, and when they did, it made no impact on his fall.
Where was he going? There was nothing before him and nothing behind. Nothing up and nothing down.
Only thick darkness, and the blurry outline of what was left of Daniel’s soul.
In the absence of sound, his imagination took over. It filled his head with something beyond sound, something inescapable: the haunting words of Lucinda’s curse.
She will die . . . She will never pass out of adolescence—will die again and again and again at precisely the moment when she remembers your choice.
You will never truly be together.
It was Lucifer’s foul imprecation, his embittered ad-dendum to the Throne’s sentence passed in the Heavenly Meadow. Now death was coming for his love. Could Daniel stop it? Would he even recognize it?
For what did an angel know of death? Daniel had witnessed it come peacefully to some of the new mortal breed called human, but death did not concern angels.
Death and adolescence: the two absolutes in Lucifer’s Curse. Neither meant a thing to Daniel. All he knew was that being separated from Lucinda was not a punishment he could endure. They had to be together.
“Lucinda!” he shouted.
His soul should have warmed at the very thought of her, but there was only aching absence, an abundance of what was not.
He should have been able to sense his brethren around him—all those who’d chosen wrongly or too late; who’d made no choice at all and been cast out for their indecision. He knew that he wasn’t truly alone; so many of them had plummeted when the cloudsoil beneath them opened up onto the void.
But he could neither see nor sense anyone else.
Before this moment, he had never been alone. Now he felt like the last angel in all the worlds.
Don’t think like that. You’ll lose yourself.
He tried to hold on . . . Lucinda, the Roll Call, Lucinda, the choice . . . but as he fell, it grew harder to remember. What, for instance, were the last words he’d heard spoken by the Throne—
The Gates of Heaven . . .
The Gates of Heaven are . . .
He could not remember what came next, could only dimly recall how the great light had flickered, and the harshest cold had swept over the Meadow, and the trees in the Orchard had tumbled into one another, causing waves of furious disturbance that were felt throughout the cosmos, tsunamis of cloudsoil that blinded the angels and crushed their glory. There had been something else, something just before the obliteration of the Meadow, something like a—
Twinning.
A bold bright angel had soared up during the Roll Call—said he was Daniel come back from the future.
There was a sadness in his eyes that had looked so . . .
old. Had this angel—this version of Daniel’s soul—
suffered deeply?
Had Lucinda?
A vast rage rose in Daniel. He would find Lucifer, the angel who lived at the dead end of all ideas. Daniel did not fear the traitor who had been the Morning Star.