روايات وقصص ضمن Blind Assassin By Margaret Atwood

More- I was curious. Anna grabbed my hand to protect me, and Bell did the same. I twisted the stem. The coldness leaped along my arm like an iced spirit freed from a spring. The blow was mild against the soggy bite of my own body. The hatch opened, and the darkness beyond was denser; it seemed to swell into the new side, smoothing shadow. We flinched away, opposed to touching this initial blackness. I was sure it was not nighttime yet. Anna gazed at her wristwatch, and it sent chills down her spine when she noticed the hands of the clock were juggling.

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

My limbs feel like rope, as though all of the muscles have fallen limp and useless. I know what the Bear is going to do to me. I can see the glint of the blade in his hand, the droplets of red on the tip where he cut his finger. The snow falls on the blood, turning it from a bright red to a muddy pink color. He’s going to drive the blade into my heart. The pink blood drips on my chin as he holds the knife above me. “No!” Atwood’s screams echo through the blizzard like the distant howling of the wind. He’s close; I can still smell him. Using what little strength I have left, I turn my head toward him to look at him.

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

Sticky. Blood. It trickled into my fingers, a slow tide that felt heavy and suffocating. Panic clawed at me, I tried to open my eyes, but it was useless. The effort itself was painful, and the outlines I once could see were gone. I could only see pitch darkness. My right eye, burned like fire, the pain so strong it sent my whole body tumbling back down when I tried again to stand up. I can't see. It hit my brain like a streak of lightning, and I felt breathless, frozen in fear.

After making sure that I was truly blind, he waved behind him. The other man left the room silently after that. My back was completely drenched in cold sweat. When I was about to sigh in relief, the man beneath me suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Is it that warm in the room? Why are you sweating so much?" My scalp tingled with a sudden chill, and goosebumps traveled down my back. Although I couldn't look behind me, I could still imagine the gun being trained on me silently once again. All the gunner had to do was pull the trigger.

Hot iron and bone-freezing chill, like fresh blood spilled on glacier ice, with a vein of uncontrollable wildness running beneath. I blinked and stumbled back again, my shoulder blades hitting the door hard. I pressed my palms against it, clammy flesh on unyielding cool metal. A faint chink of metal sounded in front of me, and I blinked again, adjusting to the lack of light. After a moment, dim slits of twilight gray resolved out of the darkness, tiny windows like those in my own cell, high up in the wall across from me. I focused on them, hard. If I looked at those, I didn’t need to see anything else. Whatever was in this cell with me, I didn’t want to know. The scent had intensified, riche

Andrew suddenly sat up and gasped for air as if a massive weight had pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He hurried downstairs and ran out of the villa. Being surrounded by everything that reminded him of me was like pouring salt into his wounds. He could hardly bear the pain. Andrew sat at the door, his gaze vacant, as if his soul had been lost. … Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, I was enjoying the rare beauty of the ice plains. I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit.

Something the architect tucked away to be clever. But I was still blind from the fire. Still riding that blood-slick high, knuckles cracked from punching shit that didn’t hit back. Everything in me begged for a fucking outlet. A reason. A target. Something to bleed the rage into. I opened it. And stopped. Tate lay on the bed, half-curled beneath the covers, a sliver of pale shoulder peeking out. Breathing softly. Unaware. My fingers flexed against the doorframe. The scent of smoke still burned in my nose, but underneath it now was him. Faint. Clean. Nothing like the blood and rot I’d left behind at the docks.

A shiver ran down my spine. That night, as I lay wrapped in furs, exhaustion heavy on my limbs, the strange stirring returned — a quiet flutter deep inside me, unexplainable and yet undeniable. I pressed my hand to my belly, the bond between Silas and me thrumming faintly beneath my skin, and closed my eyes. There were secrets hidden in the bloodline we carried, ancient power waking beneath the surface. And I had no idea what was coming. The days stretched long and cold, and the tension in Ashfang only grew. Scouts returned with more warnings — strange lights flickering through Frostwillow’s trees, shadows slipping like smoke, and howls that twisted the night air.