Bidadari

'Burning ... that's all he could feel. His blood boiled and singed the surface of his skin in a way that was quickly becoming normal. Merely a thing to be endured however painful he found it. Crouched upon the cliff-edge wings coiled tightly against his bare back Mahan cast his eyes over the water that broke against the rocks. Wind cut through him like a cold sword as he waited. He could see her ... the girl and he realized what he was about to do: understood why his blood churned with an intense fever.'-Coming of age thriller-a series of supernatural murders in sydney-evil angels with tattoos-the value of a soul-soft chemistry between a mortal and her guardian angel