Novel & Cerita 16 Lighthouse Rd

Phoenix gives me the bare minimum information and his legs tense under my head. “Boat?” I ask, needing a distraction from the pounding in my head. I’ve never been on a boat. Despite living on the beach, the thought of the open sea always made me feel uneasy, not that I would have been allowed on a boat anyway. “We need to take a boat to the lighthouse. You will love it there. It’s on its own little island about a half mile off the mainland. The island is only a couple of acres but it has a little kitchen garden and some chickens. Most importantly it is safe. We employ a lighthouse keeper to maintain the place and keep it stocked and ready for times like this. He is expecting us and has the p

"I would like that." Liam added, "We have a lighthouse. You might need to see it sometime. The light can be seen from miles out." Sarah smiled, a soft, fragile thing. "I think I might need that. To see the light in the dark." --- The drive home was quiet, Leo sleeping in the back, his hand still holding a smooth, white stone from the beach. Maya watched the landscape shift, the sea giving way to forest, then to the familiar bluffs of Seabrook.

"On the northern point. It is small. Abandoned. But the beacon is still there. Manual crank. No electronics. It would take time to get a signal out but it could be done." I stood up. "Then that is our next move. We find the lighthouse. We crank the beacon. We wait for someone to see it." Ava grabbed a bag. "We go now. Every hour we wait is an hour the fleet could restore power." We left the compound and headed north. The path was rough. Overgrown. But Madeline led the way with steady steps. The lighthouse appeared through the trees. A narrow white tower. Rusted but standing. The beacon was still inside.

RYKER’S POV The rainfall against the glass of my private penthouse suite sounded like a thousand needle pricks. It was three in the morning, and the coffee in my mug had turned cold hours ago, but sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford. Spread across my glass coffee table were land deeds, corporate cross-filings, and satellite harbor renders of the Maine coastline. At the center sat the single sheet Arthur Vance had handed me hours earlier: ASHFORD COVE, MAINE.

Harry finally asked. “The lighthouse.” She answers. My brows creasing, “What do you mean? What about the lighthouse?” She turns to me and smiled, “The lighthouse is much bigger than it looks from afar. It’s like a massive tower filled with thousands of memories that people had left behind once they left LUAHU.” “What?” Harry and I gaped in unison. “All memories from everyone who left the island are stored in there.” Enchantress tells us. “But isn’t it where Olca is?” I asked curiously and confusedly.

She loved watching renovation shows, and her favorite houses were always the weirdest ones. At first glance, as they stepped into the lighthouse, it looked like any other vacation home. The front door opened up into a living room, and Simon knew there was also a bedroom and small bathroom, in case someone found being high up too much and needed to sleep closer to the ground. But the main living quarters were just an elevator ride away, and even Simon’s breath was knocked from his chest as the door slid open to reveal the view from the top floor. The lantern room had been converted into a living room, with couches set up to look out of the floor to ceiling windows, facing the sea. Rain drizzl

Martha shouted over the roar of the wind. Dominic didn't say a word. He pushed the heavy black drive box under the wooden seat and grabbed my hand. He pulled me down into the narrow floor of the boat, keeping us low while the grey ocean waves slapped hard against the hull. I looked back at the cliff. Black smoke was pouring out of the top windows of the old stone lighthouse. It drifted across the grey sky like a thick blanket. But halfway up the rock wall, near the path we had just run down, a small white light flashed twice.

“The lighthouse isn't just a building, is it? My father called this Sector Zero. A zero point is a start and an end.” The old man nodded. “Your father built a sub-oceanic transit rail. It’s a vacuum tube that runs beneath the seabed. It was built for emergencies. It leads directly to the basement of the Nightshade estate in the North.” “We're going home,” Faith said. The transit pod was small and cramped. Faith, Killian, Leo, and Hope squeezed inside. The other thirty-nine sisters stayed behind with the Remnants. Faith had ordered them to stay submerged. If she didn't return, the lighthouse would become their permanent home.

She could make out a red and white lighthouse through the fog. Kaida studied the map again. The Meath Hotel, a park, and a public beach were within walking distance of the decks. Also a library, police station, the firehouse, post office, and courthouse. Nearly the entire length of the southern strip was private homes and subdivisions. The central and northern parts were shops and restaurants with a few offices intermingled. But the eastern tip of the island? Breathtaking. On one side of the bluffs was the Meath mansion, on the other the Galloway house, with a forest in between. As the highest point on the thirty-five square mile island, the area was the most private and, no doubt, had the b

He couldn’t help but smile, despite everything. “You don’t like it?” “It’s…” She scowled as though the right word wouldn’t come. Finally, she was forced to concede the truth. “It’s stunning, so beautifully down but still, someone really built here?” “Someone did,” he agreed with a shrug. The sheets of curved, tinted glass that made up the entire front part of the house mirrored the waves of the sea and rolling grey clouds flawlessly with the renovated lighthouse just behind it. “Someone who has a lot of money, by the looks of it…” Liz sniffed.