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