Novel & Cerita Alfred Salt To The Sea

One corner was burned, but I could still see my face. “Wendy,” he said to the photo, his words slurred. “I think… I saw you today… by the sea… wearing a white dress…” I stood beside him and reached out, wanting to touch his hair. However, my hand passed straight through. “I’m sorry…” he kept saying. “I’m sorry… I should have believed you… I should have protected you… I should have…” He broke down crying, like a child, curling up in the chair and hugging the frame.

He said, slammed the door, and left. Watching his figure, I only felt exhausted. I did everything I could to make this desperate researcher the brilliant academician he was, but what had I gained in the end? … The next day was kindergarten's parent-child day. Anna woke up early, the redness and swelling on her face still lingering. Her tiny body sank into the large couch as she stared at the closed door. Neatly folded beside her was Arlo's matching outfit. It was a promise Arlo had made to her before he was supposed to leave for Swizor.

We left the dead monster and the rusty wreck behind us and went deeper into the Bed of the Atlantic. The closer we came to the origin of the SOS signal, the more the Environment. The fine white salt dust weighed a damp, black mud, under our chains. The yellow sulphur mist cleared and became from an unexpected, strange source. “That... that cannot be,” Silas whispered and pushed his face almost against the reinforced front glass. His monocle ratted as wild as it would try