Audiobook For The Glass Castle Novels & Stories

Chapter 49 Kayla's POV I woke up early in the morning, knowing there was nothing else to do until Jasmine arrived. I mindlinked my sister Luna and asked how far she was from the castle. She informed me it would take a day and a half – a damn day and a half. I wanted to see my sister. Since we weren't doing anything today, I decided to read. I went to the library searching for a book. I was looking through the old books – you know, the ones that the Lunas and Queens would write. I liked those, including the ones the old kings wrote as well. However, the one that caught my eye was the one that said, "The Kings Before the Kings." I thought, "Oh, wow, I want to read this one." So, I grabbed it f

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

He hoped in and we drove away. "I uhm, I want to say thank you, thank you so much for doing this for me, it means a lot for me you have no idea.. thank you so much ", I said minutes into the ride. "I should be thanking you honestly, you don't know what you've done for me, you have no idea ", he said. About 30 minutes later, we pulled up in front of something that looked like a castle. A glass castle. The building was big, very very big. And it was made of glass.

Then I stomped back into the castle, satisfied with myself. I spent the rest of the day in my room, trying to distract myself by opening the rest of my birthday presents. I saw some novels Gabby had been trying to get me to read for years, so I picked one up, but I got bored within a few minutes. I set the book aside and decided to take a walk around the castle to maybe clear my head. Then I remembered Rhys’s warnings about his pit bulls and bloodhounds, so I changed my mind. Even though the castle was huge, it still felt like a fucking tiny prison.

It swung inward with a groan. Inside was dark, the air heavily scented with burned wax, leather, and the mustiness of great age and dampness. The stained glass windows faced her left and took the shape of a flower petal, somewhat like a rose. Each of the petals contained a colored-glass of the vital body parts of a wolf. The fang. The fur. The paw. What little light there was at this early hour filtered little light through that window and took on the colors of old wine, casting long shadows over the long rows of books. It was almost twice the size of the book shelf back at the other library in the castle. How insane was that? Savannah’s joy could be compared to one of a child at a candy sto

I did not even want to know what luna Cassandra would have done if she knew I could do those things. The sun was beating down hot, standing up to walk to the window where I curled myself in the window frame, watching the beautiful sky as the birds flew about. A few butterflies flew my way, sitting on my hands and shoulders as I giggled. They were so pretty, stuck on my skin as I flipped from page to page. The third book was about the castle. Whoever built that castle wrote every single detail about it. He even mentioned secret passages but did not mention how many they were and where they were exactly. It was obvious the king and queen’s room would have one and thus I would have to do some e

Atticus turned to his right and began walking towards the section of the castle that wasn't completely destroyed. The front looked too unstable so Atticus continued, walking around the rubble until he found a section that looked almost untouched. The back side of the castle, the northeast corner, was surprisingly almost intact. Atticus could even see parts of the roof on the fifth floor, although the windows were non-existent. The glass was long gone and the stone was beginning to crumble. Atticus gently tugged on Harris' hand as he moved forward. The larger Alpha finally lets go of Harris' hand and sticks his head inside the window. Once Atticus was sure there was no glass along the edge, h

So I ended up telling her about Lily, Selene and Aurora. “So there’s still one of them roaming free in the castle?” she cried. “Remember the girl who brought us tea the other day?” “That’s why she stared at you like that!” “I’m afraid so.” In the afternoon, she helped me sit by the window with one of the books she’d brought, and told me to open it while she fetched the chest with my brushes and ribbons. My hair was already long enough for her to try more complex braids. I was mesmerized by the book. It was a true work of ark, written in black ink with gorgeous, colorful illustrations in most of the pages. It was a children’s story, telling how the wolves had arrived in the Dale.

Lucas offered, trying to distract his son from his fear. Junior nodded. Lucas then picked up a thick illustrated storybook from the nightstand with his left hand, while his right arm remained Junior’s pillow. “Is the prince amazing, Pa?” Junior asked, beginning to rest his chin against Lucas’s broad chest. “Very amazing and very strong,” Lucas replied, beginning to read in a carefully modulated voice that sounded soft and soothing. “In a very peaceful kingdom, there stood a magnificent castle. One night, a terrible storm wind tried to knock the castle down. The wind blew fiercely and cold.”

Buildings begin to come into view, they are spectacular most of them seemingly made of shimmering glass that reflect and project a rainbow of colors as we pass along (( this is amazing Lancesirott )) ** thank you Luna we take pride in our environment and building structures and materials as we make our own glass here due to the frequent lightning storms in the Sandy Ever Glades, we are never out of material to work and build with, we even have classes designed to teach persons the art of making glass dolls, ornaments and various types drinking glasses ** (( I guess I'd have to come back and visit with my family another time then, I'm sure my mate would love to see this place )) ** I’m sure t