Novel & Cerita As I Lay Dying Audiobook

A tearing. I am in the dark. Not a room dark. A final dark. The air is thick with the coppery taste of blood and the ozone stink of a corrupted core. Pain. Everywhere. A coldness seeping in from the extremities. This is not a memory. It isthe memory. His memory. I am Arthur. I am dying. I feel the systems shutting down, one by one, a terrible, slow silence claiming the hum that had been my body’s song for centuries. There is a face above me. My face. Lily’s face. But younger. Streaked with tears and something else, something desperate and wild. She’s screaming something, but the sound is fading, replaced by the immense, crushing weight of nothingness. The absolute certainty ofend.

My lips split and bruised, my bones twisted at unnatural angles. My breath hitches. A shudder racks through me, deep and uncontrollable. I’m not ready to die. Zalie suddenly stands in front of me, speaking urgently. I see her lips move, her expression twisted with distress, but my brain refuses to process the words. The sounds blur together, distant and distorted, like hearing through water. My pulse is a relentless drum in my ears, drowning everything else out. A hand—Lyla’s—grabs my arm and pushes me forward. My foot catches on something—something soft, something decaying.

The only thing left in my body is my spirit, because I'm not dead yet. “3” “Dora!” Lazarus’s voice echoes in my head. “One has to die.” “Rig-ht…” I repeat weakly. “One - has - to - die…” “And that's not fucking me!”

Lyra pov I sighed, the sound leaving me like the last breath of a dying thing. “I don’t know what’s going on anymore,” I said quietly, staring at the flickering lantern between us, “but as you can see… I’m not dead.” Draven leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, golden eyes fixed on me like he was trying to read every fracture in my soul. “You’re telling me?” he said, one brow lifting. “From all indications, you were very convincingly dead. Funeral, tears, speeches, a casket, the whole dramatic production.”

He stayed kneeling outside, feeling a despair he’d never known. And just then, of all people, Isabella called. “Ethan? Emma’s sick, she has a high fever. You’re a doctor, you…” “You know I’m a doctor? I couldn’t even save my own son! What kind of doctor am I?!” Ethan screamed, hysterical, like a completely different person. “What? Tyler…?” Isabella was stunned. “He’s DEAD! Happy now? Don’t ever call me again. I can’t take care of anyone else’s kid!”

I had just gradually removed myself the way you do when you know that a moment does not belong to you. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor. The corridor was cool and quiet and the sounds coming from inside the room were muffled now, voices overlapping, the doctor calling out instructions, Vivienne's soft crying that she was clearly trying to stop and could not quite manage. I pulled my knees up to my chest.

While of course her scent sticks out, there’s like fifty others and they’re not all pleasant. But who I absolutely wasn’t expecting, sits between all of them. He kinda stands out. *You okay son,* I hear, over mind-link. A chill shoots through my entire being at his gravelly voice. It’s haunted my dreams a lot these last few weeks. Thinking of our last words, thinking I’d never hear him again. I just took for granted Doze was indestructible, that he’d always be here. But I can’t ever allow myself to think anyone is invincible, especially not me.

Then I used every bit of strength I had left and shoved Lily to the floor. She landed hard on her butt, still crying. I smiled. "There. THAT was me pushing you." A little bump like before? Yeah, that was never my style. *** Johan took Lily to the hospital. I sat blankly in the living room for most of the day, fighting the pain eating through my body. I was already dying. Why couldn't Lily just wait out the little time I had left? Why did she have to show up and start trouble? Night fell before I finally heard the lock turn.

I collapsed onto the ground in despair, unable to understand why any of this was happening. Kent looked at me seriously. "Sam, I know you're in terrible pain right now, but you need to stay strong. "Based on everything we've uncovered so far, the final message your brother left behind is the key. "You need to tell us: what exactly did he say before he died?" I was already on the verge of breaking down completely. Clutching my head, I screamed, "I don't know! I really don't know!" If anyone wanted the answer, it was me.

But I can't hear them. I refuse to let go of Rhydar. We've gone too far for me to lose him now. If he has to die, I'll go with him. Nothing else matters... ... The first thing I notice is the silence. Then, there's light. Too much of it. It seeps through my eyelids, forcing them open, and for a moment, everything blurs into white. Am I dead? My body feels heavy, like I've been underwater for hours. There's a faint hiss each time I inhale, and the air smells of antiseptics.