Behind Her Eyes Book Summary Novels & Stories

She then felt his torso flexing and then the book she was reaching for, slid in her vision. “Here,” he drew her attention to the book in his soft voice. She fought back her growing nervousness and gingerly took the book from his hand. Slowly turned around to face him. His green eyes sucked her in immediately. They had to be the best pair of eyes she had ever seen- so kind, so gentle, so full of warmth. She knew they also held a darkness of their own. She had caught on the coldness lurking around the corner of his eyes, waiting to take over. Se hadn’t seen their dark side but she could tell it would be just as beautiful.

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

Behind those eyes San could see an ocean of fire that was ready to burn her alive. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Back to the present.... Slowly she opened her eyes, tears were running down her cheek, the pain she was feeling was beyond any attribution in the world She looked around, the cursed book, the dark room, she wanted to destroy the world, she wanted to scream, her soul was burning, her pain was increasing, she shook her head, to get out of the room, and she was running with all her might All her memories came back at once, oh my god how did she do that?

Her hair grew longer until they touched the floor, into a faint peach color. Her eyes turned grey and she got a golden choker around her neck. She looked up into the mirror but she couldn't see her reflection. The voices of the bells grew fainter as she moved her hands away from her eyes. She picked up the glowing book and opened it. As soon as she did, she found herself in a locked room where few people shot a man to death. She slowly walked towards him and looked at him. She looked into the book and then at him 'Just like Lucus did it' She held the book firmly and took a deep breath as the 'death' mark appeared on her face.

She wasn't enjoying this. She looked heartbroken…..Completely shattered. "Please." She took a step forward. "You need to be careful." "Of what?" Her body shook. "Of what's coming." The fog around us suddenly darkened….The white mist turning gray…..Then black. My heartbeat accelerated. "What is coming?" The woman turned around and pointed behind her. At first, I saw nothing….Then shapes…..Shadows….Moving inside the darkness. Watching…..Waiting….Thousands of glowing eyes opened.

Maybe they warned her against it, or she just didn't want to ask, whichever it is, I'm grateful for it. "You pretend to be scared of them," she said casually, now brushing my brow. "But you're not." I swallowed, "What makes you think so? I mean, you're seeing me for just the first time." She leaned closer, her lips ghosting over my ear, "I read people, darling." She whispered, "And your eyes? There's no fear. They're the eyes of a girl who bites back... Very similar Ice king." A shiver crawled through me, but I said nothing.

She had my eyes. Not similar. Not reminiscent. Exactly my eyes, the same shape and color and the same particular quality of looking at something directly and refusing to be the first one to look away. She held my gaze for one second across the impossible distance. Then she turned and ran through a door at the far end of the burning hall and she was gone and the fire came roaring down from the ceiling and the stone above cracked and fell and the heat became everything and…. I hit the cabin floor on both knees.

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.