Behind The Scenes English Translation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He spoke softly, "That's one of the first drafts of phrasing." The girl leaned her head to one side. "I thought it was about duty. "It was never about obligation," Elira whispered. "It was always about paying attention long enough to stay." --- 10:42 AM — Sector P, Shardwalk Translation Way Down the glass walkway that spanned over ancient broken river rock, light broke into prisms. Pieces of clause translations had been set beneath the transparent walkway, printed in scores of community languages. A small boy drew his hand down the glass, lips working in silent recitation.

says Bech. "Does she speak English?" Bech pokes at her shin with the toe of a boot. "Do you?" At his gestures, she clasps her hands together, holding them out to him, then to me, babbling something or other. The words are nonsense, but the pleading in the tone unmistakable. "Okay, so the answer's no," says Bech. He turns to a boy, maybe ten years old, standing to one side. "You. Translate. Tell her to get her clothes off. Mr Finchby wants to see what he's buying..."

He winked as he said it, and she caught the double entendre. “We’d have to have kids to have grandkids,” she winked back. “Don’t flatter yourself.” They turned back to Luca in unison as he began to read out loud. The manuscript was written in a language none of the others had ever seen but Luca seemed to have no trouble with the translation. “To any who wish to enter here, do this with a clear heart and mind. None can move forward with dark intentions, to do so will be to accept one’s demise.”

I hold up the instruments as proof I have warm blood, a belly button, and opposable thumbs. “Kinsley! Please!” George is shaking herself and me she’s so terrified on our trek to Jonathan. No part of me can tell if it’s of the situation versus me with four dead bodies between the entrance we came in and the door we’re trying to get out of. “Please….” She begs again. The only reason I’m speaking in English and not Romani was because I’d only ever seen the films I reference in her language, not mine. “I been brain-fried, electrified, infected and injectified!” It’s more a screech at this point, and the fumes are traveling faster than the flames they’re igniting with them. All of us are coughing

I set my feet on the ground and turn, walking back through the woods. I take my time to get back to the party. Just as I figured, everything is as I left it. I walk to the back of the packhouse, standing in the doorway. I have to make this look good. “Surgere.” I watch everyone come alive. No one is looking around, confused. No one even noticed that any time was lost. I walk into the packhouse and go to the kitchen. Omegas are running back and forth, trying to get the food to the party.

He wiped it on his shirt, then pressed his back to the rock until he could feel the mountain say enough through bone. Orders propagated. A runner pelted for the surface. The clerk’s pencil broke and he found another. The telephone rang again and someone said jawohl in a way that meant we have made a problem we can’t yet name. Becker turned, and men rearranged themselves into the shape of being seen. He looked past them to the mouth of the labyrinth, to where the rain thickened into night. “Verstauen.” (Stow it.) “Konvoi in dreißig. Keine Protokolle außer meinen.”

ARIA’S POV As the day of the much-anticipated fashion show dawns, I find myself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions. Stepping into the bustling backstage area, I am immediately enveloped in a frenzy of activity and excitement. Surrounded by a flurry of last-minute arrangements, my senses are overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the bustling backstage scene. Seamstresses scurry about, putting the finishing touches on exquisite garments, while makeup artists and hairstylists work tirelessly to perfect each model's look. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume, mingling with the faint hum of chatter and music.

Instantly everyone in the room began murmuring. "Show me the scroll, the newer one," Lydia gasped. "Sure, no problem." Galen told her. "Jason, hand me one of the copies. Don't want to get the original within kicking distance in case we miscalculate." Lydia and Galen translated together. His Middle English was good but she corrected a couple of his French pronunciations. Jason shook his head. "You two have got to be the biggest geeks ever. This is a match made in heaven."

PLANNING… The brothers told of everything they saw as the Alphas, Skylar and Aaliyah listened. “Can you draw it out for us?” Aaliyah asked. “We can do better than that.” Skylar said walking behind the men. Adam nodded. Skylar touched his head and uttered a few words in latin “Ostende quid mens viderit. Videant omnes revela.” Translated means show me what the mind has seen. Reveal so that all may see.

I thought we were gonna make a plan ourselves but since Zithea's tired as well, we'll just talk in the morning. I suddenly got a text from Dr. Zen saying the plan is almost finalized and to come at noon with Zithea to talk about it more. "Finally," I thought to myself while I was lying down then I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but since I was tired it didn't really take that long to enter dreamland once more. To be continued