Absolution Book Club Questions Novels & Stories

“Hard to stay a stranger for long.” Alex gave a slight nod. “I don’t plan to.” Clara stepped closer. “Did you finish the book?” she asked. “Yes.” “And?” “It ended too neatly.” She folded her arms. “You don’t believe in neat endings?” “I believe in earned ones.” Her breath caught slightly. “You think reconciliation must be earned?” “Yes.” “And if it isn’t?” “Then it isn’t real.” Something tightened in her chest. Edith cleared her throat dramatically. “I’ll be in the back reorganizing poetry before I’m tempted to charge admission.”

“B…But this can’t be true, I mean, if it is, then why is he still free?” “Because we couldn’t get any proofs, none that lead directly to him at least” Emma is clearly not happy with this particular fact, but I am. “But if you couldn’t get proofs, doesn’t that mean that…” I say, hopeful, to me he is innocent until he is proved guilty. “We got testimonies, Nat, but the witnesses were all silenced once they came out, the father of my children included!” I freeze, unable to say anything… What does she mean by 'silenced'? Does she mean killed? This is impossible!

my dad said, dropping a green dusty book which he pulled from a shelf opposite the room. “Could it be the massacre?” Caine asked, taking the book and blowing off the dust. He opened it and got choked by the dust inside. “No, not the massacre, but what caused the massacre. It’s an old book. Contains years and events that brought the Seekers pack out of their hiding. You can take your time, go through it. Or my daughter could help,” “No, thank you,” Caine and I chorused. We exchanged glances like we weren’t just the people who kissed each other before a large number of persons—-who are now corpses.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

"This is part of your penance. To shed the layers, to reveal the truth of your desires, to be utterly vulnerable before God… and before me, His instrument. Do you truly wish for absolution, Sister Agnes? Do you truly wish to be cleansed of these 'filthy thoughts' you confessed?" His words were a silken trap, tightening around her. He was right. She had confessed. She had yearned. And now, the path to release, however terrifying, was being laid bare. Her fingers, trembling, went to the small, pearl buttons at her throat. Each one felt like a monumental effort, a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the booth.

“President Rupert's relationship with Mike breaks societal rules. They have to confront their own identities, desires, and limits. Their journey of self-acceptance is inspiring especially when he had to confess his love for him in front of the nation.” “Wow, you really know much about the book,” I said, trying to hide my own thoughts. Before he could continue, April popped her head over a nearby shelf. “I’m going home now. Don’t stay too long, Arian.” She shot me a pointed look before waving goodbye. After she left, the library felt quieter. Mr Benson had also left. I turned to Kael and let out a weird cough. I think I've discovered enough for one day. “I should head home too. It's getting d

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Moonlight shone into the cellar through the small window with much difficulty, much like how Quinn felt at that moment. “Are you a good person?” She asked Absalom in an unusually serious tone. “Compared to your father, I am.” In this world, perhaps there was no one more arrogant and malicious than Castell! Quinn nodded and said, “Okay, then. You must stay alive and get out of here.” “Didn't you understand what I just said?” “I understand.” Quinn took a deep breath.

“What happened to you and what happened to Lillian are the human center of this case. The financial crimes are significant. But the human center is what makes it matter.” She went back through the conference room door. I sat in the corridor for another minute. Then I stood and walked to the elevator and out through the lobby and two blocks to the coffee shop where Clara was on page one hundred and forty-seven of her thick book and looked up when I came through the door with the expression of someone who had been waiting with patient faith and was now receiving confirmation that the waiting had been worthwhile. She closed the book. “Done?” she said. “Done,” I said.

“It’s a sin.” “Sin?” He scoffed softly, a low, husky sound. “Or liberation? Who decides what’s holy and what’s profane, Mary? Is it a book? Or is it the undeniable truth of your own body?” His fingers tangled in the edge of her wimple, tugging gently, drawing her closer. “Let’s find out.”