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noqtrnality · 5 years ago
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braverysoul · 8 years ago
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alenekpattzstew · 8 years ago
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Personalmente io ci ho sempre visto Alex Pettyfer e Lucy Hale nei ruoli di Daniel e Luce. E quando leggevo i libri, mi immaginavo loro. Però, vedendo questo trailer, sono davvero curiosa di vedere il lavoro che hanno fatto. Lui l'ho già visto in "Now is good", e mi era piaciuto. Dal trailer sembra molto fedele al libro, vedremo ♥ Dal 26 gennaio al cinema! ♥
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boughtwithaprice · 7 years ago
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“The past is important for all the information and wisdom it holds. But you can get lost in it. You’ve got to learn to keep the knowledge of the past with you as you pursue the present.” ~Rapture The Fallen series ✅ #fallen #fallenangels #fallenseries #laurenkate #lucindaprice #danielgrigori #angels #fallennovels #youngadult #fiction
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weeshubbasworld · 8 years ago
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#ReRead watched the #fallenmovie tonight so decided to reread the book. #fallen #laurenkate #fallenlaurenkate #fallenangel #TeamCam #lucindaprice #danielgrigori #cameronbriel #bookstagram #booknerdigans #booknerd #currentlyreading #currentread #likesforlikes #likeforlike #likes4likes #like4like #bookblogger #glasgowbookblogger #glasgowblogger #scottishbookblogger #scottishblogger
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judeenneawesome-blog · 8 years ago
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I expect a lot from a movie especially if its novel based 😂😂😍 #fallen #fangirl #bookworm #novel #laurenKate #DanielGrigori #LucindaPrice #cam
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claucarstairs95 · 8 years ago
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Sono Lucinda. Sono il tuo angelo
Rapture (Lauren Kate)
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orymontes · 8 years ago
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"El suicido era un lujo mortal que los ángeles no podían permitirse."
Oscuros. La trampa del amor
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samosstuff · 5 years ago
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#fallen #livros #fallenseries #books #luceprice #danielgrigory #fallenmovie #makefallenhappen #laurenkate
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my-shadowhuntress10 · 6 years ago
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#fallen #luciel #luceprice #lucindaprice #danielgrigori #luce x daniel
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parker-ax · 6 years ago
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Dia 21 de março foi um dia repleto de aniversariantes ilustres. Toda a nossa admiração e respeito para os incríveis #GaryOldman e #MatthewBroderick ; para a super talentosa @therealsonequa e para duas das mais queridas autoras da atualidade @laurenkatebooks e @annatodd !!! #bramstokersdracula #thefifthelement #lostinspace #thescarletletter #harrypotter #siriusblack #azkaban #ladyhawk #ferrisbuellersdayoff #thelionking #godzilla #thelasthours #batmanbegins #startrek #discovery #michaelburnham #thewalkingdead #onceupontime #fallen #lucindaprice #danielgrigori #torment #rapture #extase #after #tessaandhardin https://www.instagram.com/parker_ax_sindicato_do_fa/p/BvS6-7NgXIM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1sioag99ryzbj
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noqtrnality · 5 years ago
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Luce & Daniel | light came through.
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evelyndanielgeorge · 6 years ago
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Daniel`s Journal
Golden, British Columbia  March 21, 1992
  Next time, I will have to give her up.In this life we’re already too far along. Our course is set . Our old disaster looms ahead. My pen quakes as I write these words: I can’t save her. It has been one month since she found me at the bookstore. One month since she introduced herself —this time she goes by Lucy, which is so quaint it is beyond sweet —blushing as she tucked her hair behind her ear before she shook my hand. One month of taking that hand in mine each afternoon when she returns home from school.I have cherished every inch of her. I have savored every pore of her soft skin and filled up too many sketchbooks with her hypnotizing eyes. Nothing is more bittersweet than this month of euphoria. It’s the same with each life’slove.I’m a fool to savor it. Especially with the end so near. Ages ago, Gabbe told me not to write this book. And th ere’s a long list of reasons why she’s right. I’ve been hunted for the things I wrote. Tried for heresy. I’ve gone mortal generations with a price on my head. Of course,right now the only reason that matters to me is this: If I had never written The Watchers: Myth in Medieval Europe, Lucinda wouldn’t have stumbled across me restocking the shelves at the university library where her sister attends college. She never would have invited me to walk across the campus to meet Vera after class, never worked up the courage in those ten minutes to give me her phone number on the back of a drugstore receipt. We never would have ended up at her parents’ houselater that night. Never walked through the drifts of snow on the path behind Their cabin, talking for hours,laughing as if we’d known each other for centuries.We would never have fallen in love. And she wouldn’t be living her last days. No. Even here, in these private pages, why do I continue to delude myself?  The truth?  Lucinda would have found me regardless of my stupid book. Just like she always does. She would have tracked me down and followed me and lowered her defenses with a rapidity she never understands. She would still have fallen in love. For the thousandth and the first time in her life. And why not? It’s not torture for her . . . until the end. It means it’s up to me to make the change. Because, as Heaven is my witness, I can’t go on like this. The agony of onemore loss will overwhelm me. Drive me mad. Having to watch her walk once more into the blaze of knowing — I can’t. Let these pages serve as a record: If it takes seventeen years to purge her from my soul —and I know it will —I’ll do it. The addiction will fade away. Thepain of withdrawal has to ease.Is it even possible? That someday love will loosen its grip on me? Until she’s only a memory, not a drug I have to have? It’s too hard to imagine,and it’s the only option I have left. If I can do that for her, Lucinda will live a long and healthy li fe. She’ll dosomething she’s never done before: She’ll die old. She will love and blossom and find happiness. All these things she’s never known before. All without me. It’s too late now, but it won’t always be. I have already begun thepreparations for our next encounter seventeen years down the road. 
  How to save her. How to pull away.Yesterday, I went to a meeting. There was a flyer on the bus stop at the corner of Grand and Calgary: Twelve Steps to Overcoming Your Addiction. I was strung out and jittery after five hours of not seeing her. Five hours. It was all I could do to wait for her to get home from school so I could take her in my arms and — Hold back. Because I always have to hold myself back. The moments when I haven’t have been the moment s when she died. As soon as I kissed her,as soon as I did what I felt I was made to do, she was taken away from me.Love. Vanishing. Into thin air.I know all of this so well, but it has never gotten easier to control.So I memorized the address on the flyer. I got on the bus and I traveled some distance and I got off. I walked into the dim, low-ceilinged room in the annex of a church. I sat on a hard folding chair in a small circle of grim-faced strangers. When it was my turn, I stood up. I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the burning itch of my wings when I said, Hello, my name is Daniel,and I am an addict. They nodded and recognized me. They said: Tell us about your greatest high. The other day. For example. I went further than usual with my drug of choice. A walk in the woods, that’s all. Snow falling, sun burning through thetrees, and her. I’ll wager no one has ever felt more alive. It was like I couldn’t get enough. I knew that it could have turned ugly—I knew I was dancing with an overdose. But one tempting kiss was just so beautiful. The truth is, every time is exactly as intoxicating. Every moment surpasses metaphor.They said: Now describe rock bottom. Emptiness. Raw and consuming. From the first instant I run out until the instant I get my hands on more. An absolute vacuum ripping through my body, pulling out anything vital I contained. Weight where there should be weightlessness. A withdrawal worse than Hell.
 Then they said: So is it worth it? And I fell silent because it is a ll there is and no, it isn’t worth it. And those bastards looked at me as if they got it.It’s said in some circles that I have delusions of grandeur, but that is not thecase. I recognized myself in all those sad souls around me at the meeting.My lost, forlorn expression mirrored each of theirs. Their skin was yellow and they smelled like Hell and their eyes were sunken with a kind of weak surrender. And every one of them was telling me it gets easier.Easier.Not for me.It wasn’t going to work . They spoke of romance with nostalgia, and in a way,I envy that. But the thing about these meetings is that their motto —their whole one day at a time approach —does not apply to me.One day at a time for sixty more years is a drop in the bucket compared to what I’m looking at. An eternity of days without the one thing that completesme. A gaping emptiness without compare. There was also the problem of God.They said: Let Him restore you to sanity. Turn yourself over to Him.And their faces —all that blatant disappointment —when I told them, frankly,that this is one trial God just isn’t going to help me through. I knew what they were thinking: In time, with a few more meetings and some straight, sober  perspective, I’d surely come around. I wish I could. On the bright side, I walked out of the meeting understanding one thing more clearly than I ever had before: My addiction is not killing me. I’m the toxic thing that’s killing her. I stepped into the shadows behind the church, let my wings slip forth, and opened them wide. I had never felt so powerless. Even as I flew away, into the snow-white sky,above the blizzard they’d been expecting for days. My wings can’t save me. My natu re can’t save me. It’s my soul that has work to do. I must close itsheavy door on her.Next life. This life, I’ve already gone too far. There’ll be no stopping it now. It’s beginning to snow again and I must sign off. There’s a skating party at Lucy’shouse tonight. Vera invited all her friends, and I promised I would go.This is it. I’ll show up. I’ll know what’s coming. And I’ll love her right up until the very last moment. This will be the last Lucinda who ever dies at my hands.
Next time, I will give her up .
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This short  story by  Lauren  Kate always  makes me  tear up. Fallen is  my favourite book.The story and plots of this book is beautiful.I”ll recommend this book to you.
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Al final, por fin, la besó con tal ímpetu que la dejó sin aliento. La besó como si ella le perteneciese, de forma completamente natural, como si ella fuera una parte que él hubiera perdido y que por fin pudiera recuperar
Oscuros-Lauren Kate
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mysecretsbooks · 8 years ago
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Fiel ao livro, porém tudo aconteceu muito rápido, faltou explicações. Para aqueles que não leram o livro algumas partes ficaram confusas, outra coisa também foram os cortes meio doido, ex (ATENÇÃO UM BREVE SPOILER): Luce e Cam vão de moto juntos para uma boate, mal começa a cena da moto e de repente eles já estão lá na boate, de repente Daniel aparece e começa uma discussão, e do nada a Luce tá de volta na moto sozinha voltando para Sword & Cross. Tipo... deu pra vê que faltou cena ali e ficou um corte meio idiota. Porém eu realmente amei demais o filme, e espero que ele tenha um bom sucesso para que assim tenha uma continuação! ❤️👏🏻😍 #Books #livro #livros #instabooks #instalivros #lovebooks #amolivros #amoler #euamoler #MySecretBooks #Fallen #FallenMovie #LaurenKate #Tormenta #Paixão #Rapture #Extase #Apaixonados #FallenInLobe #AnjosNaEscuridão #AngelsInTheDark #Unforgiven #OLivroDeCam #danielgrigori #CamBriel #lucindaprice #fallenatics #FallenTrailer
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fallenmovie2015 · 8 years ago
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"I'll always choose you.Every single lifetime, I'll choose you. Just as you have always chosen me. Forever."-Luce #Luciel #Passion #Fallen
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