A Thousand Suns Novels & Stories

Carla's POV With my heart beating heavily and shattering against the wall of my chest,my vision blurred behind the shimmer of sun that sank into the room through the window. I quit pacing as my attention was drawn to two raps that came from the door. “Come in." I called out settling into one of the sofas in the room. It had been twenty minutes since I had sent for the healer, the long minute had been filled with an emptiness that expanded deep in the inside of me till it threatened to eat me alive.

Killian let out a roar of fury, his hand shattering a nearby stone pedestal. "But there is a treatment," Silas continued, his image flickering as the mountain’s resonance tried to reject the human technology. "A solar enzyme derived from the original pack that broke away from Kaelen millennia ago. They call themselves the Sun Pack. They live in the southern deserts, where the light is never filtered by the trees. Their blood is the only thing that can dissolve the quartz without destroying the heart. Find them, Elara. Find the sun, or the stone will be your final shift."

While massaging her feet Antonio was reading a story to Jeevika where he read a paragraph " After like decades, my journey seemed to come to an end. The warmth of the fire was beautiful but the warmth of the sun can be a life, I learned when its rays fell upon me and the snow all over me sparkled like stars. Stars at night I had witnessed but a star in the day I had never before. That star was the Sun. Sun is invisible! I witnessed it when I saw my tears wetting my eyelashes and running down drenching my cheeks. It was warmth. The rays of the sun scattered into seven shades of love welcoming me back to life. My red hands shivered as they moved up to embrace the sun between them but before I

Kemi’s voice was the first thing that broke through the static. I blinked against a sudden, blinding spike of gold. It wasn't the artificial blue light of a cartel quarantine field or the violent violet of a data-surge. It was the sun—a real, unfiltered sunrise breaking over the Lagos-Aethelgard harbor, painting the oil-slick waters in brilliant shades of amber, copper, and rose.

The lush, damp chill of the North was replaced by the dry, baking heat of the savannah. Aeron found it difficult. The sun was too loud for him; it drowned out the subtle frequencies he usually felt. He stayed close to Ariyah, his face pale under the wide-brimmed hat she had fashioned for him. "It’s okay, little moon," Ariyah whispered, sensing his discomfort through their bond. "The sun is just another star. It’s still part of your kingdom." "It’s angry, Mama," Aeron said. "It wants to burn things." They reached the Sun Palace at noon. It was a fortress of white marble and gold leaf, designed to reflect the sun's brilliance and blind anyone who looked at it for too long.

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.