A Thousand Splendid Suns Novels & Stories

The first real sunrise in a generation was the most beautiful and terrible thing Liora had ever seen. It painted the Valley of Kings in colours they had almost forgotten, soft gold, gentle pink, clear, clean blue that promised a world without the messy, bloody light of the moon. The sun warmed her skin, but it couldn’t touch the cold grief deep in her chest. The survivors moved quietly, gathering their few belongings and tending wounds that were more than skin deep. There was no wild celebration, their victory felt empty, like a cup drained to the bottom. They had won the world back, but the cost lay scattered as dark ash at the centre.

Charlie The sun sets differently over the mountains now. Six months ago, I nearly watched the sun die. I saw it swallowed by a black disc, turning the world into a cold, purple twilight that smelled of rot and end-times. But tonight the sunset is a riot of tangerine and bruised gold, painting the snow-capped peaks of the Northern Territory in fire. It’s vibrant. It’s loud. It’s unapologetically alive. I stand on the balcony of the Alpha Suite at Bloodmoon, leaning against the stone railing. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the distant smoke of a bonfire down in the village.

Exposing a thick novel book Maddox got for me. "Wow!! Nice, I haven't been reading a book for quite a while. Thanks for this, baby. You really know me well." "You're welcome. I hope you'll also like the second gift I got for you. This is the best I can give in writing poetry. It’s never my thing but I made it, especially for you.” Maddox hands me a piece of pink paper. It smells so good when I open it. YOU ARE MY SUN You came when I was in the dark.

“Who knew the trump card of the Sun had such an impactful terror. Their wealth is immeasurable, much more so than ours!” Spout said with a smile. After a few days' work, the Khan had looted everything they could from the Sun. Spout sat on the Khan throne, and smiled brightly at his subjects. “Indeed! After our little insurrection, our clan had risen far beyond what was once thought possible!” a leader said. “Now, we have both Skyfall and the mayor having our backs, who’d dare try anything against us?” another chipped in. The Khan leaders cheered and celebrated their success. “Hey, now that we have the Sun’s techniques at our disposal, no doubt the Khan will improve further!” a leader checked

The Sun-Tower was a marvel of architectural arrogance. Every floor was a concentric circle of glass and cold, white marble, designed to keep the "biologicals" in a state of perpetual observation. Rhea stood in the center of her guest suite, the silver chainmail of her dress feeling like a lead weight. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city of Oakhaven pulsed with artificial light, a sprawling machine that never slept.

At the very bottom of the metal box lay a yellowed photo. In the photo, a teenage girl was hugging a little boy, and they were both smiling brightly. That was my brother, Sunny. Before becoming Tatiana Buzzelli, I scraped by in the Southeast Darland black market. I didn't even have a name. There was nothing I wouldn't do to earn money to save Sunny's life. I committed every sin imaginable, long past the point of redemption. Night after night, Sunny would wake up, shaken by nightmares. He'd hold my hands and cry. "I'm scared. I don't want you to kill anymore. Can we leave, please?"

Before I left, I gave him one last parting message. "Oh, by the way, you’re going to be moved to a new facility soon. I spent quite a bit to make sure you’re transferred. It’s a special prison, full of inmates with... particular 'tastes.' A soft, defenseless college boy like you? I’m sure you’ll be very popular. Enjoy your life sentence." Stepping outside, I looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful day—the sun blazed down on me. I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years.

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Sun was extremely intelligent. She had picked up the language of Guwon in nearly 1 year of interacting with the slave traders and foreigners. She didn’t respond to most of Yuna’s comments. She would rather pretend to be clueless of the language than deal with Yuna. When Sun first arrived at the Kim Estate, she was treated very nicely by both the maids and Yuna herself. Sun wasn’t being treated like a normal slave. She resided in a lavish room that was similar to Yuna’s room. Most of the maids silently showed their jealousy when they noticed Sun’s unusual special treatment. It was almost like Sun was the general’s second daughter.

She read books, she studied for fun, she woke at dawn just to watch the sunrise. It was why she was my everything, my Forever always. Because she was unique. Unique in a town full of carbo-copy bimbos. She didn't want to cheer or bitch or chase boys. She knew she had me. Just as much as I had her. We were all we needed. I shuffled on my seat as the sound of her violin became softer, Sophie bringing the piece to an end. Lifting my camera again, I snapped a final shot as Sophie raised her bow off the string, a contended look graced her face.