Hey guys!
thanks for all you comments and questions. I'll try to post everything that you want as soon as I can.
quite a few of you asked if I could post the ending, where Max finds the letter from Fang and her reaction after reading it. and this is what this is. I've already posted Fang's letter but this is how it is read by Max in the book. This is also the very end (kinda) of the book, the last part of the Other Epilogue.
its heartbreaking :'(

Breathing shallowly, I unfolded the paper. I didn't want to read it – like, if I didn't read it, it would make this not be true.
But I was not a coward. Even about this. So I started reading aloud.

Dear Max –
You looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what you looked like forever.

Nudge put her hand over her mouth.

And I hope you remember me the same way – clean, ha-ha. I'm glad our last time together was happy.
But I'm leaving tonight, leaving the flock, and this time it's for good. I don't know if I'll ever see any of you again. The thing is, Max, that everyone is a little bit right. Added up all together, it makes this big one right.
Dylan's a little bit right about how my being here might be putting the rest of you in danger. The threat might have been just about Dr. Hans, but we don't know that for sure. Angel is a little bit right about how splitting up the flock will help all of us survive. And the rest of the flock is a little bit right about how when you and I are together, we're focused on each other – we can't help it.
The thing is, Maximum, I love you. I can't help but be focused on you when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be next to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're the one I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When we're together, the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray.
I hope you'll forgive me someday for turning our worlds into shades of gray – at least for a while.

I stopped for a moment, trying to breathe. The others had trickled down the hall to see what we were doing, and they were all crowded around Nudge, their faces shocked.

You're not at your best when you're focused on me. I mean, you're at your best Maxness, but not your best leaderness. I mostly need Maxness. The flock mostly needs leaderness. And Angel, if you're listening to this, it ain't you sweetie. Not yet.

I glanced at Angel, and her cheeks flushed.

At least for a couple more years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he or she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that you are the best leader. It's one of the things I love about you.
But the more I thought about it, the more sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, or for me, but for all of us together, our flock.
Please don't try to find me. This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, besides wearing that suit today, and seeing you again will only make it harder. You'd ask me to come back, and I would, because I can't say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and I'd end up leaving again, and then we'd have to go through this all over again.
Please make us go through this only once.

My throat was closing up, my voice becoming raspy. I could think of lots of times he's told me no. Nudge edged her hand into the crook of my arm, holding on as if we both needed support.

I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping. I love your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it. I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.

I started crying, like a big doofus. I couldn't believe this. I wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my fancy dress.

You're the best warrior I know, the best leader. You're the most comforting mom we've ever had. You're the biggest goofball, the worst driver, and a truly lousy cook. You've kept us safe and provided for us, in good times and bad. You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with wings or without.

Now everyone was crying, even Iggy. We were all sniffing and wiping our faces, and I knew I was right: Reading this out loud meant it had really happened, was really happening. To of all us, not just to me.

Tell you what sweetie: if in twenty years we haven't expired yet, and the world is still more or less in one piece, I'll meet you at the top of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. You know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm still alive, I'll be there waiting for you. You can bet on it.
Good-bye my love.
Fang
P.S. Tell everyone I sure will miss them.

We were all silent. The letter was wet with my tears, making some of the words run. Fang was usually, well, reserved is a nice word for it. But this letter had poured out a lifetime's worth of love. I felt numb, like someone had just whapped my head hard.
"I can't believe it," said Gazzy.
"That butthead," said Iggy.
"This is all my fault," said Angel, her shoulders hunching with sobs.
"No," I told her. "You've done a lot of stupid, but this is not your fault."
I felt very old and very tired. Total and Akila's wedding seemed like as if it had happened a year ago. Nudge put her head on my shoulder. I set the letter down and put my arms around her.
Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound that could express this kind of pain.
I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.

Wow, that last line really gets to me...as does the shades of gray part...

Anyway, hope you erm... enjoyed(?) that. :)
let me know what you want posting,
Rose xx

*SOBB!!!!*

;) yep, it's Faith. Just wanted to say…

I love it when Rose gets angry. It cracks me up…

Ooh, and Rose? I think I'm gonna write the story of Fang's mum/mom's life. To anyone else that probably sounds a bit weird…but we have her entire tragic life planned out, sooo (it's basically a possible version of mine and Rose's lives…if I got pregnant…UGH)

Love you all!

Faith

p.s. I like being a hero… Ooh, and if you want to make Rose happy, post the words 'SAVE DYLAN!!!' (the rat that lives in our school that she named Dylan, not the flying idiot)