Audiobook For The Glass Castle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

Nisha said. “I dreamt that I had a castle with my name inscribed on it, but it was on fire. I don't know what started the fire, but I saw people running for their lives. I started running towards it, but I hit my head on the barrier that surrounded me. It was a strong glass, I made efforts to break it down with my fists, but it was too strong to crumble. I stood there watching my castle burn into ashes, then a lady appeared and came towards me. She stared at me and laid her hand on the glass and it shattered. I was amazed, and then I was reminded to go save my castle, that's all. So, what does it mean?” Maddox asked.

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.”

I said, motioning at the cup of coffee on the desk. The butler nodded and left me be. I lied, though. I was intent on waiting for Hade to apologize, so after Winston left, I wandered through the small bookcase and browsed for something I could read to pass the time. I snuggled comfortably on the couch with a pillow and a small blanket, and then I proceeded to read.

The old castle stood high on the rocky hill where the forest met the mountains. Its stone walls were cracked and covered with thick vines. No one had lived there for hundreds of years. People in the nearby village whispered that the place held something dangerous. Something that burned hotter than any flame. Elias had heard all the stories but he still came anyway. At twenty six years old he felt stuck in his small quiet life. He worked in the village bakery during the day and spent his nights reading old books about forgotten magic. One book spoke of a fire demon who once ruled these lands. The words pulled at him until he could not stay away.

The falling sunlight glinted off thick glasses . Bobby. Confusion throbbed in my brain. Couldn’t be Bobby. I’d just left him at the gas station on the other side of the path, right? But if I had fallen asleep, that could’ve been . . . how long ago had it been? Hours? And during that time, he’d read the book. The book I now clutched against my side. Somehow, he’d read that book all in one sitting, being the prodigious reader he’d always been. Then he’d gone to today’s closing services for VBS, answered the man in yellow’s altar call . . .

AVERY “ Well, what do we have here… ” Aleister mumbles, pausing on the bridge that leads to the crystal building in the distance. My breath catches in my throat as I gawk at the black glass. This is the most beautiful castle in all four Kingdoms, glass and crystals weaved together to make it appear like a part of a dark fairytale. This is the second time I am getting the chance to admire it. And no doubt, if I can look at it a little longer, every day, I won’t mind at all.