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Fallen in Love Paperback – December 26, 2012
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A USA Today bestseller
More than 3 million series copies in print!
And in a twist of fate, four extraordinary love stories intersect over the course of a romantic Valentine’s Day in medieval England. Miles and Shelby find love where they least expect it. Roland learns a painful lesson about finding and losing love. Arriane pays the price for a love so fierce it burns. And for the first—and last—time, Daniel and Luce spend a night together like none other.
Lauren Kate’s FALLEN IN LOVE is filled with love stories . . . the ones everyone has been waiting for.
“Sexy and fascinating and scary . . . I loved loved loved it!”
—P. C. Cast, New York Times bestselling author on Fallen
- Reading age12 - 17 years
- Print length224 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Grade level7 - 9
- Lexile measure810L
- Dimensions5.63 x 0.49 x 8.25 inches
- PublisherEmber
- Publication dateDecember 26, 2012
- ISBN-100385742622
- ISBN-13978-0385742627
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PRAISE FOR FALLEN, THE BESTSELLING SERIES BY LAUREN KATE
“Bloodsuckers are about to have some competition for the hearts of YA readers.”
—The Daily Beast
“This emotional roller coaster will have you turning the pages nonstop!”
—Seventeen.com
“This series has delivered glorious settings, fast-paced action and a love that transcends death.”
—Justine magazine
“Readers will pine right alongside Luce.”
—Publishers Weekly
“This epic romance is a perfect blend of mystery, intrigue, and celestial imagery with a beautiful, bittersweet ending.”
—SLJ
“Twilight-style success could be in the cards for the fallen-angel saga.”
—The Bookseller
“Compellingly readable . . . readers will be hooked on Luce’s story.”
—VOYA
“The Southern Gothic atmosphere . . . is so well crafted that readers can easily picture Luce walking among the marshes and crumbling buildings.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“A tantalizing, atmospheric Gothic romance, Fallen is well worth picking up.”
—New York Times bestselling author Melissa Marr
About the Author
LAUREN KATE is the internationally bestselling author of the FALLEN series: Fallen, Torment, Passion, Rapture, Fallen in Love, and Unforgiven. Her books have been translated into more than thirty languages. She lives in Los Angeles. Visit Lauren online at laurenkatenovels.com.
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Two for the Road
Shelby and Miles were laughing when they stepped out of the Announcer. Its dark tendrils clung to the brim of Miles’s blue Dodgers baseball cap and Shelby’s tangled ponytail as the two of them emerged. Even though Shelby’s body felt as weary as if she’d done four back-to-back sessions of Vinyasa yoga, at least she and Miles were back on solid--present-tense--ground. Home. Finally. The air was cold, the sky gray but bright. Miles’s shoulders towered in front of her, shielding her body from the brisk wind that sent ripples across the white T‑shirt he’d been wearing since they’d left Luce’s parents’ backyardon Thanksgiving. Eons ago. “I’m serious!” Shelby was saying. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that my first priority is lip balm?” She ran a finger across her lip and recoiled exaggeratedly. “They’re like sandpaper!” “You’re crazy.” Miles snorted, but his eyes followed Shelby’s finger as she gingerly traced her lower lip. “Lip balm is what you missed inside the Announcers?” “And my podcasts,” Shelby said, crunching over a pile of dead gray leaves. “And my sun salutations on the beach--” They had been leapfrogging through the Announcers for so long: from the cell in the Bastille where they’d met a wraithlike prisoner who wouldn’t give his name; into and right back out of a bloody Chinese battlefield where they didn’t recognize a soul;and, most recently, from Jerusalem, where they’d found Daniel at last, looking for Luce. Only Daniel wasn’t entirely himself. He was joined--literally--with some ghostly past version of himself. And he hadn’t been able to set himself free. Shelby couldn’t stop thinking about Miles and Daniel fencing with the starshots, about the way Daniel’s two bodies--past and present--had been wrenched apart after Miles drew the arrow down the angel’s chest. Creepy things happened inside Announcers; Shelby was glad to be done with them. Now if they could just not get lost in these woods on their way back to their dorm. Shelby looked toward what she hoped was west and started to lead Miles through the drearyunfamiliar section of the forest. “Shoreline should be this way.” The return home was bittersweet. She and Miles had entered the Announcer with a mission; they’d jumped through in Luce’s parents’ backyard after Luce herself had disappeared. They’d gone after her to bring her home--as Miles said, Announcers weren’t to be pranced into lightly--but alsojust to make sure she was all right. Whatever Luce was to the angels and demons fighting over her, Shelby and Miles didn’t care. To them, she was a friend. But on their hunt, they kept just missing her. It had driven Shelby nuts. They’d gone from one bizarre stop to the next and still had seen no sign of Luce. She and Miles had bickered several times over which way to go and how to get there--and Shelby hated fighting with Miles. It was like arguing with a puppy. The truth was, neither of them really knew what they were doing. But in Jerusalem, there had been one good thing: The three of them--Shelby, Miles, and Daniel--had actually, for once, gotten along. Now, with Daniel’s blessing (some might call it a command), Shelby and Miles were finally headed back home. Part of Shelbyworried about abandoning Luce, but another part--the part that trusted Daniel--was eager to get back to where she was supposed to be. Her proper era and place. It felt like they had been traveling for a very long time, but who knew how time worked inside the Announcers? Would they come back and find they’d been gone just seconds, Shelby had wondered, a bit nervously, or would years have passed? “As soon as we get back to Shoreline,” Miles said, “I’m running straight into a long, hot shower.” “Yeah, good call.” Shelby grabbed a chunk of her thick blond ponytail and sniffed. “Wash this Announcer funk out of my hair. If that’s even possible.” “You know what?” Miles leaned in, lowering his voice, even though there was no one else around. Weird that the Announcer had planted them so far off the grounds of the school. “Maybe tonight we should sneak into the mess hall and snag some of those flakybiscuits--” “The buttery ones? From the tube?” Shelby’s eyes widened. Another genius idea from Miles. The guy was good to have around. “Man, I’ve missed Shoreline. It’s good to be--” They crossed beyond the line of trees. A meadow opened up before them. And then it hit Shelby: She wasn’t seeing any of the familiar Shoreline buildings, because they weren’t there. She and Miles were . . . somewhere else. She paused and glanced at the hillside surrounding them. Snow sat on the boughs of trees that Shelby suddenly realized were definitely not California redwoods. And the slushy mud road ahead of them was no Pacific Coast Highway. It wound downward over thehillside for several miles toward a stunningly old-looking city protected by a massive black stone wall. It reminded her of one of those faded old tapestries where unicorns frolicked in front of medieval towns, which some ex-boyfriend of her mom had once dragged her to see at the Getty. “I thought we were home!” Shelby cried, her voice landing somewhere between a bark and a whine. Where were they? She stopped just short of the crude road and looked around at the muddy desolation before her. There was no one around. Scary. “I thought we were, too.” Miles scratched his cap glumly. “I guess we’re not quite back at Shoreline.” “Not quite? Look at this excuse for a road. Look at that fortress thing down there.” She gasped. “And are those little moving dots knights? Unless we’re in some kind of theme park, we’re stuck in the freaking Middle Ages!” She covered her mouth. “We’dbetter not get the plague. Whose Announcer did you open up in Jerusalem, anyway?” “I don’t know, I just--” “We’re never going to get home!” “Yes, we are, Shel. I read about this . . . I think. We got backwards in time by leapfrogging through other angels’ Announcers, so maybe we have to get home that way, too.” “Well, what are you waiting for? Open another one!” “It’s not like that.” Miles jerked his baseball cap lower over his eyes. Shelby could barely see his face. “I think we have to find one of the angels, and just sort of borrow another shadow--” “You make it sound like borrowing a sleeping bag for a camping trip.” “Listen: If we find a shadow that casts across the century where we actually exist, we can make it home.” “How do we do that?” Miles shook his head. “I thought I’d done it when we were with Daniel in Jerusalem.” “I’m scared.” Shelby crossed her arms over her chest and shivered in the wind. “Just do something!” “I can’t just--especially not with you screaming at me--” “Miles!” Shelby’s body seized up. What was that rumbling sound behind them? Something was coming up the road. “What?” A horse-drawn cart creaked toward them. The clop of horses’ hooves was growing louder. In a second, whoever was driving that cart would crest the hill and see them. “Hide!” Shelby screamed. The silhouette of a stout man holding the reins of two brown-and-white-spotted horses rose into view on the sloping road. Shelby grabbed Miles by his collar. He’d been fussing nervously with his hat, and as she yanked him behind the wide trunk of an oaktree, the bright blue cap flew off his head. Shelby watched the cap--the cap that had been part of Miles’s daily wardrobe for years--sail through the air like a blue jay. Then it plummeted downward, into a wide pale-brown puddle of mud in the road. “My hat,” Miles whispered. They were huddled very close together, their backs against the rough bark of the oak. Shelby glanced over at him and was amazed to see his face in its entirety. His eyes seemed magnified. His hair messy. He looked . . . handsome, like a guy she’d nevermet before. Miles tugged on his hat-hair, self-conscious. Shelby cleared her throat and her thoughts. “We’ll get it as soon as the cart goes by. Just stay out of sight until this dude is out of the way.” She could feel Miles’s warm breath on her neck and the jut of his hipbone pushing against her side. How was Miles so skinny? The guy ate like a horse, but he was all meat and no potatoes. At least, that was what Shelby’s mother would say if she ever methim--which she never would if Miles couldn’t find an Announcer that would take them back to the present. Miles fidgeted, straining to see his cap. “Stay still,” Shelby said. “This guy could be some sort of barbarian.” Miles held up a finger and tilted his head. “Listen. He’s singing.” A patch of snow crunched under Shelby’s feet as she craned her neck around the tree to watch the cart approach. The driver was a ruddy-cheeked man with a dirty shirt collar, daggy trousers that were obviously handmade, and a colossal fur vest he wore cinchedat the waist with a leather belt. His small blue felt cap looked like a ridiculous little polka dot in the center of his broad, bald forehead. His song had the jolly, raucous ring of a pub tune--and boy, was he belting it out. The clopping of his horses’ hooves sounded almost like a drumming accompaniment to his loud, brassy voice: “Riding to town t’ fetch a maid, a busty maid, a lusty maid. Riding to town to take a bride, in eventide, a Valentine!” “Classy.” Shelby rolled her eyes. But at least she recognized the man’s accent, a clue. “So, I guess we’re in jolly old England.” “And I guess it’s Valentine’s Day,” Miles said. “Thrilling. Twenty-four hours of feeling especially single and pathetic . . . medieval-style.” She’d done jazz hands on that last bit for effect, but Miles was too busy watching the crude board cart drive by to notice. The horses were tacked in unmatched blue and white bridles and harnesses. Their ribs were showing. The man rode alone, sitting atop a rotting wooden bench at the head of the cart, which was about the size of a truck bed and covered with a sturdy whitetarp. Shelby couldn’t see what the man was hauling to town, but whatever it was, it was heavy. The horses were sweating despite the frigid weather, and the planks of wood at the cart’s base strained and shuddered as it drove toward the walled city. “We should follow him,” Miles said. “What for?” Shelby’s mouth twitched. “Want to fetch yourself a busty, lusty maid?” “I’d like to ‘fetch’ someone we know, whose Announcer we can use to get us home. Remember? Your lip balm?” He parted her lips with his thumb. His touch left Shelby momentarily speechless. “We’ll have a better shot coming across one of the angels in town.” The cart’s wheels groaned in and out of ruts in the muddy road, rocking the driver from side to side. Soon he was close enough that Shelby could see the coarseness of his beard, which was as thick and black as his bearskin vest. His pitch faltered on theextended last syllable of Valentine, and he took a great gulp of air before beginning again. Then his song broke off abruptly. “What’s this?” he grunted. Shelby could see that his hands were chapped and red from the cold as they tugged roughly on the horses’ reins to slow them. The rail-thin animals neighed, coming to a stop just short of Miles’s bright blue baseball cap. “No, no, no,” Shelby muttered under her breath. Miles’s face had gone pale. The man shimmied fatly off the bench, his boots landing in the thick mud. He walked toward Miles’s hat, bent down with another grunt, and swooped it up in the blink of an eye. Shelby heard Miles swallow hard. A quick swipe against the man’s already filthy trousers and the cap was halfway clean. Without a word, he turned and mounted the cart’s bench again, tucking the hat inside the tarp behind him. Shelby looked down at herself and her green hoodie. She tried to imagine this man’s reaction if she were to pop out from behind a tree wearing weird clothes from the future and try to take back his prize. It was not a calming idea. In the time it had taken Shelby to chicken out, the man had tugged on the reins; the cart started rolling to town again, and his song entered its twelfth off-key round. Another thing Shelby had screwed up. “Oh, Miles. I’m sorry.” “Now we definitely have to follow him,” Miles said, a little desperate. “Really?” Shelby asked. “It’s just a hat.” But then she looked at Miles. She still wasn’t used to seeing his face. The cheeks Shelby used to think of as babyish seemed stronger, more angular, and his irises were speckled with a new intensity. She could tell by his crestfallen expression that itdefinitely wasn’t “just a hat” to him. Whether it held special memories or was simply a good-luck talisman, she didn’t know. But she would do anything to get that look off his face. “Okay,” she blurted out. “Let’s go get it.” Before Shelby knew what was happening, Miles had slipped his hand through hers. It felt strong and assured and a little impulsive--and then he tugged her toward the road. “Come on!” She resisted for an instant, but then her eyes accidentally locked withMiles’s, and they were super-crazy blue, and Shelby felt a wave of exhilaration kick in. Then they were running down a snow-dotted medieval road, moving past crop fields that were dead for the winter, covered in a sleek sheet of white that draped the trees and spotted the dirt road. They were heading toward a walled city with towering blackspires and a narrow, moated entry. Hand in hand, pink-cheeked, chapped-lipped, laughing for no reason Shelby could ever have put into words--laughing so hard she nearly forgot what they were about to do. But then, when Miles called out, “Jump!”--something snappedinto place and she did. For a moment, it almost felt like she was flying. A knotty log formed the back ledge of the cart, barely wide enough to balance on. Their feet skimmed it, landing there by sheer, graceless luck-- For a moment. Then the cart hit a rut and rattled fiercely, and Miles’s foot slipped and Shelby lost her grip on the canvas tarp. Her fingers slipped and her body flailed and she and Miles were flung backward, sailing downward, into the mud. Splash. Shelby grunted. Her rib cage throbbed. She wiped the cold mud from her eyes and spat out a mouthful of the dingy stuff. She looked up at the cart growing smaller in the distance. Miles’s hat was gone.
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- Publisher : Ember; TRA edition (December 26, 2012)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 224 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0385742622
- ISBN-13 : 978-0385742627
- Reading age : 12 - 17 years
- Lexile measure : 810L
- Grade level : 7 - 9
- Item Weight : 6.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.63 x 0.49 x 8.25 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #140,604 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Shelby and Miles
Takes place (when they had gone in the past looking for Luce) right after Daniel had told them to go home but Shelby and Miles end up in the middle ages by mistake and seek to find an announcer to take them back home they end up seeing a past Luce, heartbroken that she has not seen Daniel and Shelby and Miles promise her that they will bring him to her during the Valentines festival, they then see Roland (from there present) who tells them that he will get Daniel there and he will give them an announcer to go home. As the night moves on Shelby and Miles become closer and share a kiss.
Roland and Rosaline
Roland seeks Daniel to bring him to the Valentines fair but ends up passing past Rosaline's (a girl that Roland was deeply in love with) castle and remembers the love that they had but how he went to go ask Cam in which he should tell her that he's an angel but Cam tells him to break it off now, Roland listened but Roland now regrets it. Roland wishes to apologize to Rosaline but doesn't when he see that she has a child and husband and another baby on the way. Rosaline's husband has to go off to a war but when he try's to take off Roland lies to him and tells him that he will take his place in battle that he should stay there with his wife and kids. Roland then seeks Daniel again until he comes across Arriane who tells Roland that Daniel is already on his way there.
Arriane and Tess
Arriane is and angel and Tess is a demon who are in love but must keep it a secret. However Tess tells Arriane that she had told Lucifer about their love and that they could be together if Arriane joined her. Arriane becomes upset and tells Tess that he was lying that the only reason he said that was so that she could tip the scale. Arriane and Tess get to an argument, Arriane breaks up with Tess and leaves. Arriane then feels that something had happened to Tess and goes searching for. When Arriane finds her, Tess had hurt herself, Arriane try's to help her but Tess blood burns Arriane's skin and Arriane's blood burns Tess (that will leave marks, this is what caused the scars that Arriane has) Arriane tells Tess that she will send someone to help her but also fully accepts that they really can't be together.
Luce and Daniel
This is an untold story that belonged in Passion. Luce cleaves with her past self, she finds out that she is poor and that Daniel is a knight, Bill tells Luce that this is the only Valentines Day that they ever spend together and tells her that he is going to leave for a little and tells Luce to enjoy to just a least have sometime off, Luce agrees. When she arrives home her family is getting really for the Valentines festival in which they will be having a masquerade ball. Luce worries that she won't see Daniel but Bill had said that he would be there. Luce goes to the festival and joins in the dancing but worries where Daniel is as it gets later and later, finally Daniel shows up where he takes her away from the Valentines masquerade and into a forest where Daniel had done something very special for Luce and they spend the rest of Valentines Days together.
It's ok.
The ending was cute 😍
Fallen in Love is a collection of four short stories, centered around Valentine’s Day, about the characters from the Fallen novels. They are all in Medieval England, during the time when Luce is going through time in the announcers and everyone else is following her.
The first story is about Shelby and Miles, and is called “Love Where You Least Expect It: The Valentine of Shelby and Miles”. It starts as they step out of an announcer into Medieval England while trying to find their way back home. They come across the past version of Luce as well as the present Roland. It’s hard to say more than that without spoilers, unfortunately. I will say that I liked this story. I thought it was sweet and well written. It was actually my favorite out of all of them.
The second story is about Roland, and is called, “Love Lessons: The Valentine of Roland”. It tells the reader about Roland’s lost love that he left behind. I thought it was well written as well, but it was a little sad. Despite that, I still thought it was a good story and it gave Roland’s character more depth.
The third story is about Arriane, and is called, “Burning Love: The Ballad of Arriane. This one was really interesting because it explains how Arriane got the burn scars on her neck. I thought it was a great story and I was really invested, but I was let down by the ending. Just like Roland’s story though, this story gives more depth to Arriane’s character and explains her and her motives a little more.
The fourth story is about Luce and Daniel, and is called, Endless Love: The Valentine of Daniel and Lucenda. This story is pretty typical of the the past relationship glimpses you see in Passion. This story is important because, as Bill tells Luce, this is the only Valentine’s Day Luce and Daniel ever spent together. The Lucenda of this time period is a poor commoner and Daniel is a knight. Lucenda believes she and Daniel can’t be together because of the differences of their class status. Nevertheless, Lucenda hopes he will show up to see her at the Valentine’s Day event outside of the castle. This story was my second favorite. It was a little suspenseful and it was sweet.
All in all, they were all good stories, I just found a few of them kind of depressing, and therefore, not my kind of stories. I like happy endings, I can’t help it. They were all well written and I felt invested in all of them. I think if you are a fan of the series, you should read this. If you’re reading the series, but not in love with it, you can skip this and still be able to follow what’s going on in Rapture. I have to say though, it did satisfy my curiosity about Arriane’s scars.
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Es sind lauter kleine Kurzgeschichten rund um verschiedene Paare. Man lernt die Protas aus der Hauptreihe besser kennen, verstehen, und begleitet sie auf ihren individuellen Reisen und Abenteuern.
Eine sehr tolle Ergänzung zu der Reihe! Ich find es großartig.
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