Novel & Cerita Audiobooks For The Soul

I recorded the first chapter of this audio book today... And will continue to record until I'm able to finish the book... Here's the link... https://anchor.fm/life-with-keitheen/episodes/The-Other-Alpha-e16hd55 You can also check me in spotify just search for Life with Keitheen I am currently on the process of moving house, so please bear with me if I do not upload chapters for now, but don't worry once I'm done moving out. I will upload all the episode I written on my note...

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

He used the 'Planetary Slaving' link—the very cord that tied him to the iron core of the world—as a massive, planet-scale antenna. He began to broadcast himself. I felt the surge hit my stone shins. It wasn't code. It was a sensory flood. The smell of the New York basement. The sound of the Black River. The specific, sharp sting of a mother’s slap and the heat of her embrace. He took the memories Kael had just restored to me—the blue plastic box, the yellow wildflower, the scent of rain on wool—and he threw them into the grid. He was feeding his own soul into the speakers to remind the world why it existed.

The ink on the book’s pages twisted, spinning like a tiny whirlpool. Then, out of the black ink, a single drop of gold floated up. It hung in the air, letting out a high, awful scream. “That’s him!” Gabe shouted. “That’s the soul of the Auditor!” The gold drop didn’t run. It stretched and grew into the shape of a tiny child, all gold. It looked just like any child, except its eyes were spinning clock faces.

Just then, Ava began to sing. “ The flows of furnace kissed my being, it is now an addiction, I lay in one with its heat, burning my soul, a mystical fascination, a thread of connection, I remain in solitude on planet Saturn. Cremation, combustion, soul ignition. Am I melting? Am I scorching? it's advisable to not come near me, they cannot tame the flame, they will not change the game. Renamed In a distance turn, watch me plunder in distortion, fiercely under inferno's gun, wondrous wonder in planet Saturn. “

I yelp as it ricochets off the temple walls, barely missing one of the Elders before shattering into silver dust. “Oops,” I mutter, shaking out my hands. “That one had a temper.” I look around but nobody looks the least bit humoured. Later then. A different Elder, one with eyes like polished moonstone, steps forward. “No focus. You are reaching without listening.” “I was listening-” “Not with your ears. With your soul.” Is it me or they are overly dramatic? I bite back a sarcastic reply and nod. “Right. Soul-listening. Got it.”

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

He always found the choices at the end of every page agonizing, and he would use numerous scraps of paper to bookmark certain pages so he could go back and make another choice if he didn’t like the direction his first decision led him. He was saved from his current indecision when he came across a channel playing The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, and it had just started. Harold kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the sofa, determined to rinse away the sadness with a dose of Australian drag queens and Abba. U

"Yes. Come on. Today is the perfect day for swimming." “Don't take your servants. Only you and me." "As you wish." "Come back, Adelard! Don't lose your head. Although it will pass. Men are not able to love for a long time." Suzanne said with a wave of her hand. As expected, the weather became even hotter after the rain. But the slow crests of the waves created the illusion of coolness and freshness. They say that the Moon and the Sun are witnesses of everything that happens on earth, but the sea sees no less than these two. The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul.

“A what? You can’t give someone a new soul.” “She can. She can take them and she can give them. His soul—it’s… damaged. Confused. Lost. It’s… I can’t explain it,” she shook her head. “We tried every sedative we could to calm his mind, but it isn’t his mind that’s the problem. It’s his soul. It needs to be… stabilized in a sense.” She shook her head again. “Ava would be better able to explain.” “So she just gave him one?”