Chapter 3 Night Elie Wiesel Novels & Stories

The field had become an inferno, and they were trapped in the middle of it. I watched with grim satisfaction as hundreds of nightwalkers burned. Their screams were terrible, but I felt no pity. These creatures had stolen children. Had planned to destroy everything I loved. They deserved this end. The smoke was thick and choking. When it finally began to clear, I could see the devastation. Bodies everywhere. The field was scorched black. And standing in the middle of it all, somehow untouched by the flames, was Eli. Only about fifty nightwalkers remained around him. Fifty out of a thousand. The bombs had done their job beautifully.

"This is the backup drive." "Yes. It's the backup." "Thank you." "You're welcome." Elion sat on the floor. He pulled a book out for himself. He flipped through the chapters. "Chapter 15," Elion said. "The Crash Site." "I remember that," Cale said. "Mud. Pain. The belt splint." "I wrote about how you dragged yourself. How you wouldn't let go of me." "It was necessary." "It was heroic." "It was Tuesday," Cale said. "Tuesdays are difficult."

Chapter 1 The night was alive with screams. Smoke curled from burning huts, mixing with the acrid stench of fear and blood. Clara’s village, a peaceful cluster of homes near the river, was no longer a sanctuary. Shadows danced in the firelight, twisted by the terror that had invaded their quiet lives.

He thought: I stayed for the ending and the ending became the beginning. He thought: I am staying. He turned the page of his book. He read three chapters. He went to bed, and the plant stayed on its shelf doing its quiet work, and somewhere across the city Noah was probably making tea and standing at a window, and the Wednesdays would come again, as they had come and would continue to come, as long as they both kept choosing them. End of Chapter 43 ---

Was marching toward the fortress with the enemy. End of Chapter Thirty