That’s why it isn’t much of a surprise when I say the Nephil army never comes back, really.

This is true of devilcraft, of prophecies, of burning feathers, of the literal gates of Hell- not one second of thought has gone into the rules, and the main purpose of any plot point is to seem dramatic but be easily beaten when the time is right. The rules of this oath are never explained and do not make much sense, and much like every other aspect of this book and series, are clearly made up on the spot and not considered for a moment. The Nephil army is in theory what the book is about: if Nora ever stops being in charge of it, she dies, because of a blood oath she swore to a dead man. This prologue immediately stumbles into a problem it will never resolve: this goddamn army. There’s talk of branding her, as they do all their members, but Nora’s childhood friend Scott talks them into instead abducting and branding a random angel off screen instead. The Nephil don’t like this random Nora girl is now in charge of them, but accept it as Hank’s will and swear her in. The Nephil seem to worship Hank, perhaps because he seemingly left pretty much everyone in town mildly mind controlled to like him. The book starts with a prologue where we see this Nephil army for the first time, including a mass of black robe-wearing, hooded figures who form a mysterious upper council. PlotĪt the end of the third book, Nora was forcibly given leadership over the Nephilim army via blood oath and magical blood transfusion by her secret evil father Hank, the Black Hand. Let me kill this book where it stands, finally. Let me tell you of a book that only knows hate and abuse and plot points so clearly made up on the spot the full plot summary is going to sound like gibberish. Never read Hush, Hush, but let me explain to you why. And with the last page, the last lines, that freeing end, I felt a great weight lift off me. Finale I had to slam down fast lest I never see it done. The full quartet of Hush, Hush took me four years to get through for a reason. I’m a fast reader, but I get stopped often by life. There is no honour even to shamefully like it. You’re not to blame, but you have to let Hush, Hush go. But when people say they like Hush, Hush, that it is still their favourite even in a guilty way, I cannot grasp that. There’s merit to trash, if you read it lightly and don’t let the vile bits seep. When people say Sweet Evil is a guilty pleasure, I understand. When people say they liked Fallen, I kinda get it. It is the worst of this era, every problem from every other book condensed into far too long tomes of disgusting nonsense. When I say Hush is the worst of them, I mean it.

I know my bad books, and I know my angel para-ro from the 2010s. I hate how it someone, apparently, came back thanks to TikTok. I hate how poorly the quartet’s names fit together- Hush, Hush, Crescendo, Silence, Finale. I hate how I need to put a comma in that title.

Hush hush second book