So when I was checking out the Goodreads page for Silence and under the 'Books by Becca Fitzpatrick' thing, I saw FINALE(HUSH, HUSH #4) I think I probably started screaming my head off with joy. But when I click on the lin. Becca Fitzpatrick is the New York Times bestselling author of the HUSH, HUSH series, BLACK ICE and DANGEROUS LIES.

All four books in the New York Times bestselling Hush, Hush saga are now available in a collectible hardcover boxed set. Enter the realm of fallen angels and rising passions with this boxed set that includes Hush, Hush, Crescendo, Silence, and Finale. A gripping saga that chronicles the destiny of Nora and Patch from the beginning of their relationship to the dire events—and forces—that threaten to tear them apart, this collection of all four Hush, Hush books is the perfect paranormal present for loyal fans and series newcomers.

Prologue EARLIER TODAY SCOTT DIDN’T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS. DEAD MEN stayed in the grave. But the tunnels crisscrossing under Delphic Amusement Park, echoing with rustling, whispered sounds, made him rethink. He didn’t like that his mind traveled to Harrison Grey. He didn’t want to be reminded of his role in a man’s murder.

Moisture dripped from the low ceiling. Scott thought of blood. The fire from his torch cast skittish shadows on walls that smelled of cold, fresh earth.

He thought of graves. An icy current tickled the back of his neck. Over his shoulder, he gave the darkness a long, distrustful look. Nobody knew he’d sworn an oath to Harrison Grey to protect Nora. Since he couldn’t say, “Hey, man, sorry for getting you killed,” in person, he’d defaulted to vowing to watch over Harrison’s daughter. When it came to decent apologies, it didn’t make the cut, not really, but it was the best he could think of.

Scott wasn’t even sure an oath to a dead man held any weight. But the hollow sounds behind him made him think it did. “You coming?” Scott could just make out the dark outline of Dante’s shoulders ahead. “How much longer?” “Five minutes.” Dante chuckled. “Scared?” “Stiff.” Scott jogged to catch up.

“What happens at the meeting? I’ve never done this before,” he added, hoping he didn’t sound as stupid as he felt.

“Higher-ups want to meet Nora. She’s their leader now.” “So the Nephilim have accepted that the Black Hand is dead?” Scott didn’t fully believe it himself.

The Black Hand was supposed to be immortal. All Nephilim were. So who’d found a way to kill him? Scott didn’t like the answer he kept going back to. If Nora had done this— If Patch had helped her— It didn’t matter how carefully they’d covered their tracks.

They’d miss something. Everyone always did. It was only a matter of time. If Nora had murdered the Black Hand, she was in danger. “They’ve seen my ring,” Dante answered. Scott had seen it too.

The enchanted ring had sizzled like it had blue fire trapped under the crown. Even now it glowe mid a cold, dying blue. According to Dante, the Black Hand had prophesied it would be the sign of his death. “Have they found a body?” “No.” “And they’re cool with Nora leading them?” Scott pressed. “She’s nothing like the Black Hand.” “She swore a blood oath to him last night. It kicked in the moment he died.

She’s their leader, even if they don’t like it. They can replace her, but they’ll test her out first and try to figure out why Hank chose her.” Scott didn’t like the sound of that.

Motu digital performer keygen crack software. “And if they replace her?” Dante flashed a dark gaze over his shoulder. Terms of the oath.” “We’re not going to let that happen.” “No.” “So everything’s cool.” Scott needed confirmation that Nora was safe. “As long as she plays along.” Scott recalled Nora’s argument from earlier in the day.