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Angel Maximum Ride 7 James Patterson PDF ePub Mobi - Download Angel Maximum Ride 7 James Patterson (PDF, ePub, Mobi)Books Angel Maximum Ride 7. Confessions: The Murder of an Angel In the dramatic conclusion of the #1 New York Times bestselling series, Tandy Angel's next murder case could be her own!. James Patterson remembering the scalpels and fluorescent lightbulbs and She thought of Max holding her hand, calling Angel her baby.

He took in a deep, slow breath, his hypersensitive ears listening intently. It was maybe seven am. They should have been on the road an hour ago. I can tell the difference between a fox or a lizard and. And I smell blood. Lots of it. Fang nodded, glancing quickly in the rearview mirror. Right, Ratch? How many times had they joked with one another just like this, teasing and arguing? And here he was with a whole new gang. But the teasing felt harsher, the arguments more real. No flock in sight.

No flock, but there was Maya, next to him. She sighed unconsciously, like she felt as separate from the group as he did. It made sense.

Maya leaned her head on his shoulder. Really close.

He breathed her in, ignoring the squabbling in the backseat, and an understanding seemed to pass between them. It was more than just having wings that separated them from the gang. They felt weird with the others because they felt good alone.

Like he had with Max. Like a dust cloud, way ahead, on the road? After the theatrics with Star and Kate, his gang was exhausting him. When he spoke his voice was gruff, all business. Looks like a convoy of vehicles, hogging both lanes and about to pay us a visit. He accelerated more. It was tempting to break loose and fly. Fang breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the thin outline of the gravel road ahead. After the turnoff, they could ditch the van, flee to forest cover, and take whoever it was hand to hand.

If necessary. Half a mile. The doors on the left side were crunched shut. Fang looked to his right and felt a tightening in his chest as he saw the gash, the slack jaw, the unfocused eyes. She smiled.

Why was he worried? Maya could take care of herself. Fang leaped to the roof and did a Two monster trucks blocked the dirt road, and four others had screamed into place in front of the van.

The other convoy was maybe a quarter of a mile away and speeding toward them. They were boxed in. He surveyed the gang. Ratchet was holding a tire iron, and Holden had already assumed a battle stance. And Maya. In seconds, the other convoy was screeching to a halt behind the van.

Here we go, Fang thought, and felt his muscles tighten in readiness for whatever craziness was about to explode in the next thirty seconds. For several moments, it was dead silent. Fang tensed, ready to dodge bullets. But what emerged from the truck was a much more effective weapon, one that left Fang speechless, with his eyes bugging out of his head. Ari, who Fang had seen die, twice. With a missile launcher balanced on one hulking shoulder.

Pointed at Fang. He smiled, baring long yellow teeth.

You ready to die? For maybe the first time in his life, Fang felt. She confidently squeezed herself between some girls who looked less than thrilled at her arrival. That decided it. She even patted the bench next to her. It was almost scary, the effect he had. Thank God I was completely immune to it. I sat down and a sudden silence fell as the girls looked at my heavily laden lunch tray.

Dylan seemed oblivious, and kept up his easy conversation with Nudge. Nudge popped open her juice. Eyes quickly turned to her and heads nodded. I busied myself with my huge chunk of cafeteria meat loaf. Then it hit me: Nudge really did fit into this world.

He grinned. Dylan smiled wider and I felt a tiny thrill run down my spine. I knew I was courting danger, but this kind of easy almost flirtation was rapidly becoming addictive. Nothing needs to be the new black, because black will always, always be the new black!

I had no idea what they were talking about. Black what? A whole school of them! Nudge pressed her lips together; it had been going so well. I started working intently on my square of spice cake. Oh, yeah, that could happen. No prob. He turned to Madison. Were you born this way, or did something happen to you?

Nudge gritted her teeth and stared down at her food, mortified. Yep, we spread joy and sunshine wherever we go. Nudge is walking home, unwilling to be seen with any of us.

And Iggy has soccer. He patted the seat behind him. He felt warm and solid. It was almost scary. I felt the motorcycle slow, and then come to a rolling stop. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. Dylan climbed off the motorcycle and held it steady while I got off.

He waved his hand at the view. We were on the coastal highway, with rocky cliffs on one side and the Oregon coast in front of us. Seagulls wheeled above the waves, cawing, and I wanted to join them. I moved to the railing, ready to jump off.

His face was solemn, his eyes a darker shade of teal. I wanted to share it with you because. The youngest member of our flock. My littlest bird. I was assaulted with memories: Angel smiling sweetly at Total, her pale blond curls making a halo of fluff around her head. I grimaced, thinking of Paris and the explosion. He gave a sad smile and gestured out at the vast ocean, the craggy cliffs behind us. She never would be again.

Dylan put his hand on my shoulder, holding me as I tried to spin away. He pulled me to him firmly, cradling me against his hard chest, one hand on the back of my neck, the other on my back. I know. Let it out, Max. Just let it all out. My baby was gone. I had needed to grieve over Angel. And I had a lot of other things to grieve about, too.

And so finally, after all this time, I wailed my guts out. All over Dylan. I pulled away from him awkwardly. But Dylan was still looking at my puffy face. I did. I could still picture her smile shining victoriously out of her dirty face, the boy clutched in her arms, her wings gray with smoke.

Angel, rising from the ashes. I wiped my nose. He was silent for a moment, looking out over the ocean. His hair looked dusty in the afternoon sun. I looked up at him, surprised at his directness. They sat like a pile of rocks in my stomach. She also notices a slight jealousy from Fang. Max begins to feel an attraction for Dylan when Fang leaves.

Max is one of the two members of the Flock who found her parents; Iggy is the other. However, she is the only one to like her parents, as Iggy leaving his after only a week or so they wanted to put him in a freak sideshow. She is stunned when she learned that Jeb Batchelder a "whitecoat" who helped them escape from the school and then raised them and then suddenly left was her father. Valencia Martinez is her biological mother. Max trusts Dr. Martinez completely, but remains wary of Jeb.

She is also close to her half-sister, Dr. Martinez's daughter Ella, who Max first meets when trying to save her from some bullies in the first book. Max dislikes Ari Her half-brother and Jeb's son until she learns that they're related, with whom she is constantly fighting, but then he joins her "mini-flock" that was created in Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports for a short he dies trying to help.

Fang[ edit ] Fang is 14 years old 15 in the last three books. He is second-in-command of the Flock and Max's best friend later her boyfriend.

He is only four months younger than Max. Fang is able to virtually disappear by staying very still and quiet. He is somewhat stronger than the rest of the flock, often sustaining near-fatal wounds, as in books one and two. Fang almost always wears dark clothing and always seems to be sneaking up on Max. He has a fourteen-foot wingspan. In The Angel Experiment, he found out that the School took him after he was born. When his mother had him the doctors told her that he had died.

Fang decided that he didn't want to find his mother, she wasn't much older than his own age when she had him. He is somewhat reserved, but cares deeply about the Flock. He is usually very silent, and seems quite mysterious, always hiding his feelings. He runs a blog about the Flock's adventures that proves useful in several books, such as in School's Out—Forever. He and Max fight about this, but afterwards they make up.

Brigid Dwyer, who worked with the Flock in their mission to Antarctica, and Max becomes jealous resulting in tension between the two. He later comes back, reuniting at the end of an epic battle made up of an army of his blog's followers, in which Ari "expires".

Fang leaves the Flock again at the end of Fang because of Dylan, Max's "perfect other half", and because Angel has predicted that Fang would be the first to die; therefore, because he knows that by dying, he would put the others in danger, he leaves. Everyone is upset by this, especially Max, but she finds a letter later that he wrote to her saying that if in 20 years, the world hasn't come to an end, he'll meet her on the cliff where they learned to fly like the hawks.

When he realizes he cannot stop the Doomsday Group on his own, he enlists the help of Max's Flock. Max and Fang seem to grow apart and start to like different people. Also, Fang starts having feelings for Maya, trying to replace Max.

However, he then realizes that Maya is different from Max, and begins to treat her differently, although in his heart, he still loves Max. After the planned D-day, Fang leaves with his flock, leaving Max and her flock in the rubble of Paris, searching for Angel who is missing.

In "Nevermore", Fang hears the 'Voice' and comes back for Max, after breaking one of his wings. He and Max grow back together after he comes back and abandons his 'Gang'. It takes some time, but eventually they love each other again. Fang manages to kill several erasers and see Dylan kill Ari. It is after that, when Dylan attempts to kill Fang, Max really realizes that she wants to be with Fang for the rest of her life. When Doctor Martinez Max's mother takes them and the Flock to a paradise island, he and Max resume their previous relationship.

When he and Max escape to a perfect perch, he tells her that he loves her for the first time, just before they are hit by a tsunami. When they are both rescued, Max tells Fang that she loves him as well. Fang dies in "Maximum Ride Forever", but he is revived when Dylan sacrifices himself for him to live and Max to be happy. Fang and Max then have a baby girl named Phoenix. Iggy[ edit ] Iggy is 14 years old, six months younger than Max 15 in the last three books , and third-in-command of the Flock.

He is usually sarcastic, 6'0", has extremely pale skin, whitish-strawberry blonde hair, very light icy blue eyes, and a wingspan of 14 feet. Iggy is described as very handsome, especially because of his "unseeing, yet captivating, eyes". He is one of the only two flock members to have met his parents, the other being Max. His real name is revealed to be James Griffiths. When he found his parents, he learned that he was kidnapped by the School when he was about 4 months old.

At first, Iggy decides to leave the Flock to live with his parents, but later leaves when he learns that his parents didn't want to have him back and only wanted to use him to make money off his story.

Due to the whitecoats' experiments to enhance his night vision, Iggy is effectively blind, though he can see if his surroundings are white and can identify people by feeling their fingerprints and the feel of their wings. He can also feel colors. Despite his blindness, the Flock often leave things up to him that require precision or detail, such as cooking and doctoring.

His senses are also the best of the flock due to his blindness, although he occasionally suffers resentment of his blindness and the resulting dependency of the Flock it creates. He and The Gasman are best friends and have a habit of building bombs out of almost anything and blowing things up, including alarm clocks.

Iggy and Ella, Max's half sister, also showed signs of growing affection towards one another in Angel, which ultimately culminated in a shared kiss in Nevermore. Nudge[ edit ] Nudge is 11 years old 12 in Fang, Angel, and Nevermore , has brown skin, and has wild, curly, long, dark brown hair. Described as Max's best supporter and the peacemaker, she likes Max over Fang and can't live without her. Her wings are often said to be tawny-brown, almost cream.

Her real name is revealed to be Monique, and she managed to track down who she believes to be her mother because of the resemblance in skin tone, but never meets her because she is attacked by Ari. She is a "motormouth" as said by Max several times in the books. The Flock calls her the Nudge Channel because when she's awake it's "all Nudge, all the time. Nudge can hack into computers with her ability to sense leftover emotions, also called psychometric, and she can draw metal towards her by will, like a magnet.

Of the flock, Nudge is the one who most longs for the normality of the lives of other kids their age; in MAX, when Jeb offers the Flock to stay at a day and night school, Nudge wants to stay and get her wings cut off. He is Angel's biological older brother, and they are the only blood related siblings of the Flock. He has a mischievous nature and makes fun of Max sometimes. He and Iggy are experts at constructing and setting off bombs and explosives, as Max states, "You could lock the Gasman in a padded cell with some dental floss and a bowl of Jell-O, and he'd find a way to make something explode.

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The Gasman's most useful ability is to perfectly mimic any voice. Max and Fang find a picture of baby Gazzy when they go check out what they think was Gazzy and Angel's old residence; the Flock sees the picture many times accidentally and sometimes purposefully throughout the series.

He is called The Gasman because he passes gas a great deal, owing to a problem with his digestive system. Additionally, he later develops a "skill": he can produce large "mushroom-shaped" clouds of gas which stink horrendously. Angel[ edit ] Angel is 6 years old 7 in Max, Fang, Angel, and Nevermore , with blue eyes and curly blonde hair. Angel is also the biological sister of The Gasman Gazzy. She obtains seemingly random powers at random times, but her most eminent power, lasting throughout the series, is the ability to read and control minds.

In The Angel Experiment, she uses her powers to convince a woman to download her an expensive teddy bear that she names Celeste. She acquires the ability to hold her breath underwater and swim in deep water at pressures that would crush a normal human as well as change her appearance into a 'bird of paradise' form and change her skin and eye color; however, after the initial introduction, this power is never mentioned again, except when she gets trapped under a snow pile in The Final Warning, but the attempt was unsuccessful.

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She is usually mistaken to be powerless and innocent, but she is truly extremely intelligent and dangerous. Her ability to control people's minds gives her extreme power.

In Fang, Angel believes that she is the strongest of the Flock, and holds a vote, temporarily kicking Max out of the group.

What was she doing? A light touch grazed my arm and I snapped my head sideways to see Dylan turning his full wattage to me. Again I remembered kissing him on top of the Arc de Triomphe. And a couple other places.

Well, they can have him, I thought, touching my arm where his fingers had left a warm trail. At least let me finish breakfast.

Speed needs fuel. Well, that and being an incredibly fast healer. Regardless of his extraordinarily perceptive senses, after living on the streets, he could always smell trouble. For someone with the kind of superhuman strength Kate had, she tended to look worried way more often than Fang was comfortable with. Three days ago there were five mentions of it. Two days ago there were five thousand.

Yesterday, a hundred thousand different sources were talking about this movement. And today my Web counter shows more than a million mentions.

James Patterson some hunting, and I think one of their bases is around San Francisco. That sounds so lame. At least the Apocalypticas sounds kind of like a rock band. Fang and the flock had always called them mutant freaks, like themselves. Now it was enhanced people.

Maybe we should. As if he could forget. So now that things are getting a bit heavy, you just want to walk away? James Patterson the group, and I gave you that.

He took in a deep, slow breath, his hypersensitive ears listening intently. It was maybe seven am. They should have been on the road an hour ago. There are tons of wild I can tell the difference between a fox or a lizard and. And I smell blood. Lots of it. Fang nodded, glancing quickly in the rearview mirror. Right, Ratch? How many times had they joked with one another just like this, teasing and arguing? And here he was with a whole new gang. But the teasing felt harsher, the arguments more real.

No flock in sight. No flock, but there was Maya, next to him. She sighed unconsciously, like she felt as separate from the group as he did. It made sense. Maya leaned her head on his shoulder. Really close. He breathed her in, ignoring the squabbling in the backseat, and an understanding seemed to pass between them. It was more than just having wings that separated them from the gang. They felt weird with the others because they felt good alone.

Like he had with Max. Like a dust cloud, way ahead, on the road? After the theatrics with Star and Kate, his gang was exhausting him. James Patterson Ratchet sighed and lowered his sunglasses, peering through the windshield.

When he spoke his voice was gruff, all business. Looks like a convoy of vehicles, hogging both lanes and about to pay us a visit. He accelerated more. It was tempting to break loose and fly. Fang breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the thin outline of the gravel road ahead.

After the turnoff, they could ditch the van, flee to forest cover, and take whoever it was hand to hand. If necessary. Half a mile. The doors on the left side were crunched shut. Fang looked to his right and felt a tightening in his chest as he saw the gash, the slack jaw, the unfocused eyes.

She smiled. James Patterson hand. Why was he worried? Maya could take care of herself. Fang leaped to the roof and did a Two monster trucks blocked the dirt road, and four others had screamed into place in front of the van.

The other convoy was maybe a quarter of a mile away and speeding toward them. They were boxed in. He surveyed the gang. Ratchet was holding a tire iron, and Holden had already assumed a battle stance. And Maya. In seconds, the other convoy was screeching to a halt behind the van. Here we go, Fang thought, and felt his muscles tighten in readiness for whatever craziness was about to explode in the next thirty seconds.

For several moments, it was dead silent. Fang tensed, ready to dodge bullets. But what emerged from the truck was a much more effective weapon, one that left Fang speechless, with his eyes bugging out of his head.

Ari, who Fang had seen die, twice.

With a missile launcher balanced on one hulking shoulder. Pointed at Fang. He smiled, baring long yellow teeth. You ready to die?

For maybe the first time in his life, Fang felt. She confidently squeezed herself between some girls who looked less than thrilled at her arrival. That decided it.

I, too, would rather eat with a She even patted the bench next to her. It was almost scary, the effect he had. Thank God I was completely immune to it. I sat down and a sudden silence fell as the girls looked at my heavily laden lunch tray. Dylan seemed oblivious, and kept up his easy conversation with Nudge. Nudge popped open her juice. Eyes quickly turned to her and heads nodded.

I busied myself with my huge chunk of cafeteria meat loaf. James Patterson together. Then it hit me: Nudge really did fit into this world. To those of you who may sneer at cafeteria fare, I say: He grinned. Dylan smiled wider and I felt a tiny thrill run down my spine.

I knew I was courting danger, but this kind of easy almost flirtation was rapidly becoming addictive. Nothing needs to be the new black, because black will always, always be the new black! I had no idea what they were talking about. Black what? A whole school of them! Nudge pressed her lips together; it had been going so well. I started working intently on my square of spice cake.

Oh, yeah, that could happen.

No prob. He turned to Madison. Were you born this way, or did something happen to you? Iggy pretended to look confused, then shook his head,. Nudge gritted her teeth and stared down at her food, mortified. Yep, we spread joy and sunshine wherever we go. Nudge is walking home, unwilling to be seen with any of us. And Iggy has soccer. He patted the seat behind him. He felt warm and solid. It was almost scary. I felt the motorcycle slow, and then come to a rolling stop.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. Dylan climbed off the motorcycle and held it steady while I got off. He waved his hand at the view. We were on the coastal highway, with rocky cliffs on one side and the Oregon coast in front of us.

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Seagulls wheeled above the waves, cawing, and I wanted to join them. I moved to the railing, ready to jump off. His face was solemn, his eyes a darker shade of teal.

I wanted to share it with you because.

The youngest member of our flock. My littlest bird. I was assaulted with memories: Angel smiling sweetly at Total, her pale blond curls making a halo of fluff around her head. I grimaced, thinking of Paris and the explosion. He gave a sad smile and gestured out at the vast ocean, the craggy cliffs behind us. She never would be again. Dylan put his hand on my shoulder, holding me as I tried to spin away. He pulled me to him firmly, cradling me against his hard chest, one hand on the back of my neck, the other on my back.

I know. Let it out, Max. Just let it all out. I keep my emotions on a supertight My baby was gone. I had needed to grieve over Angel. And I had a lot of other things to grieve about, too. And so finally, after all this time, I wailed my guts out. All over Dylan. I pulled away from him awkwardly.Almost there, Fang muttered under his breath.

He studied her relaxed features: Kate shook her head slowly, apologetic. Why had I agreed to this again? I also think we're closer to the movie than we've been. I looked at him, eyebrows raised.

Yep, felt like a Monday. I had to admit it.