Becca Fitzpatrick

Becca Fitzpatrick
Becca Fitzpatrickis an American author, best known for having written the New York Times bestseller, Hush, Hush...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth3 February 1979
CountryUnited States of America
memories father boys
Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
father hands bags
Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand...
powerful father real
You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You're half mortal." The boy's dark eyes lifted, meeting Chauncey's. "Half fallen angel." Chauncey's tutor's voice drifted up from the recesses of his mind, reading passages from the Bible, telling of a deviant race created when angels cast from heaven mated with mortal women. A fearsome and powerful race. A chill that wasn't entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey. "Who are you?
life care way
If I had known things would turn out this way, I would have trained harder. I would have learned to take care of myself. But I guess that's the point, isn't it? You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared.
violence equal
Violence doesn't equal strength.
jobs mean needs
I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
sexy mind trouble
His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
running figures keep-running
If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.
choices patches ifs
But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch
army inheritance unfair
Hank had left me his doomed army, and he’d left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn’t begin to cover it.
dad hands black
This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.
forever together way
This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.
names giving peppers
Stop crying. You're giving archangels everywhere a bad name." Patch to Pepper
angel hush-hush call-me
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?