3000 Years Of Longing Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I've waited seventy-three years to find you. I can wait a few more months. But I need you to know—I'm not going anywhere. Whether you choose me or him or no one at all, I'll be here. Protecting you. Loving you from a distance if I have to. That's not the bond talking. That's me." I looked at Caspian. "I've waited three hundred years to feel something other than emptiness," he said quietly. "I can wait a little longer. But Lena—" He reached out, slowly, and took my hand. His fingers were cold, but the gesture was warm. "When you're ready, when you've figured out who you are—I hope you'll let me show you who I could be. With you. For you." Kael took my other hand. His was warm, calloused, ali

"That was the whole answer." Aiden looked at the words for a moment. Then he said, quietly, more to himself than to her: "Yes. That's right. That's — yes." She looked at Cassian again. He looked back at her with the expression of someone who had waited a hundred and seven years. She understood then, what she was looking at. She had spent twenty years documenting the love story that had changed the world. She had read every entry in twelve notebooks. She had traced the bond from its activation in a grand hall to its final form in a spring garden, from the beginning to the form that beginning had taken in whatever came after.

I doubt death changed his methods much. I read it a fourth time anyway, at my desk, with the city going dark orange outside my window and my father's old shipping charts still bolted to the wall behind me because I've never gotten around to taking them down. Thirty days. One marriage. One year, uninterrupted, or the whole empire slides sideways into the cousin's lap. It's the kind of clause a sentimental old man writes when he's dying and wants a story out of his granddaughter's life instead of a balance sheet. It's also, if I'm being honest with myself, the kind of gift I have not been handed in a very long time.

One winter, Malzareth opened the book before her, his crimson eyes lingering on the page longer than usual. "Six thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years," he mused, sounding almost surprised. "You've lived longer than expected." He snapped the book shut. "Prepare the Awakening Chamber." She lowered her head. "As you command." She knew what the directive meant. Every lower god eventually awakened their inherited Authority, most within their first thousand years. She had waited nearly seven thousand. This was her final chance; if nothing happened, she would lose what little value she had left to the cult.

Norah says excitedly as she pulls Sona into the office and then enabling her sit down. “What are you even saying ” Sona asks her .For sure according to her, she doesn't believe that there is away that she can be let to have her be in a relationship with Dev without any trouble since that is not allowed in her kingdom since she is the Queen. “ Come on, I am telling you the Truth. It is all in the book of magic and revelation ." Norah says as she puts the very big book on the office table. “ How did you get this book. It has been lost for almost 2000years ”Sona asks . She tried so hard to see if she can get that book .

Arapeta closed the notebook and handed it to Hanupo. “Then I can only wait for it?” Arapeta nodded. “You agreed, didn’t you? So wait patiently.” Ten years …. Caspian missed Elora with every breath he took... to the point that the longing numbed him. What will happen in ten years? Hëna better really protects Elora. Otherwise, Caspian would find every way to destroy that moon goddess, even if it meant killing himself. *

She finally arrived and stood there. The two leaders among the Oracle stepped forward and everyone began to cite a verse she had seen and read from the ancient books. She didn’t really understand why they had to go to all the trouble. The whole thing took an hour before she was handed what was more precious. They handed her the box; from what she had heard, the box had been closed for five centuries. She opened the box and there the beauty lies.

The sandalwood scent of the old book waffled in the air. “Yes. It is about three hundred years old.” Xander confirmed. “I asked Alpha Agrawal.” “Wow! I can’t believe I am holding something that’s three hundred years old.” I repeated a sense of wonder filling me as I turned the pages, finally stopping at one particular spot. The words were etched in an archaic dialect, which I never learned. Their meaning flowed seamlessly into my understanding. Xander rested his face against my neck, a patient presence as I navigated through the text.

… On the day I finally boarded my flight, everyone understood what I meant. Many people came to see me off. Samantha was there too. She held my hand and cried as if she could not bear to let go. She asked, "Caleb, are you really only going overseas for three years? What if you leave and never come back?" I looked at her gently, keeping my voice soft and slow. "If you truly love me, can't you wait just three years? If you can't wait, then maybe we should just—"