City Of Ember Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"She said a lady appeared to her in her dream and told her to ask me about her origin. I was stunned, and seeing the spirits are with her, I couldn't withhold such information. I told her she's not from the north, and that she's from a strange kingdom. The moment you had your bath and left to patrol the east of Strongfall with your men, she left for the library. I can very well tell you with all certainty that she's gone to read about her past. And I fear, and I am sure that she would discover, or see something about herself there in the book." "You think it's that serious?" "I've never heard of people visited by spirits. For all I know, that lady in her dream could still be alive, and she w

Facing the camera, I spoke calmly, “No one loves me anymore, and I don’t have the courage to go on living. Fine. You can all just think of me as weak, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure to record everything. Even if I die, I won’t let them get away with it.” In the video, I crouched by the shore of Exile Island, holding a sharpened piece of bamboo. Again and again, I struck it against a rock. My hands soon became a bloody mess, but I felt nothing. It was as if I had gone completely numb. Someone in the audience cried out, “What is Jacob doing, sharpening bamboo like that? He’s not thinking of ending it, is he?” “After everything he’s been through, it wouldn’t be surprising…”

The rain came harder now, a relentless downpour that drowned out everything but the crackle of the fire. We’d barely escaped the subway alive, and the creatures chasing us felt closer with every gust of wind. Even here, hidden away in the ruins of a forgotten city, the weight of the hunt pressed against my chest. I glanced at Ember. She sat cross-legged near the fire, her fiery hair casting a faint glow in the flickering light. Her golden eyes darted to the window now and then, her body coiled like she was waiting for something to go wrong. “What are you thinking?” I asked.

The night went still again. Ember stood there for a long moment,cold and shaking, feeling all the rises from her skin, she pressed her hand against the window glass. Recalling the words again “He’s not gone”. The words echoed in her head over and over until her pulse began to hit painfully against her ribs. When she finally lay herself down, she didn’t realize she was crying until she tasted salt from her middle lips. Darius’s POV

My fingers uncurled from the dirt, and the pain vanished—replaced by a power so fierce, so pure, it felt like starlight coursing through my veins. “Finally,” Ember’s voice rumbled from my throat, but it wasn’t my voice. It was deeper, firmer, carrying a thousand echoes of lives long gone. “You’ve caused enough destruction, Kael.” Kael’s eyes widened as the air shifted. “No…” he whispered, stumbling back. “That’s not possible—” “Oh, it’s very possible.” Ember smiled through me, and even I could feel how cold it was. “You forget, boy… I am not merely inside her. I am her.”

‎ ‎The garden began to quiet. ‎ ‎Not in peace. ‎ ‎In absence. ‎ ‎The warmth faded. ‎ ‎The scent dulled. ‎ ‎The light dimmed. ‎ ‎The Fade was winning. ‎ ‎Then a child came. ‎ ‎A girl named Ember—descendant of every line, her light flickering but stubborn. ‎ ‎She was twelve, small for her age, her hair silver with streaks of red, her eyes the color of storm clouds before rain. ‎ ‎She came alone.

“I heard a loud, resonant crack, followed by a big splash. The three eldest are in the water. They come up and make it to the shore, but they are soaked through, and we younger ones have no idea what to do. Netty and Emmy try to rub them warm, but they’re so cold. They got tired, and I didn’t know that you have to stay awake, so we let them rest. We stayed with them, but one by one they slipped away until we were sitting there with three corpses.” She takes her hand back from Kai to rub at her face, wiping the tears that had started to form. Both of them look close to tears, Kai more than Ash. She smiles ruefully, “Not quite two years later and the rest of us are all back behind a café. Emmy

Dalilah's camera clicked before her feet had finished materializing, the flash catching the crystal spires in a burst of reflected light that made them look like they were already photographing themselves. "This is not the Wastelands," she said, and her voice carried the weight of someone who had memorized the Council's descriptions and was now watching them crumble. "The Council called these lands cursed. Barren. Uninhabitable." "The Council called them what they needed the world to believe," I replied. "They gave me garbage and expected me to drown in it. I chose to build a city from the refuse." Emberlyn's mouth opened, closed, opened again, her worries rendered meaningless by a city that

Recognition. Ember felt it at first, the scenery vibrating through her like a plucked string. Suddenly, I was back in the Emberclaw library, three weeks ago, the clock reading two in the morning. I was reaching for a book behind a locked case, a book I had absolutely no business touching. The lock was simple enough, but the contents? Not so much.

I hope Ember hurries so we don’t all die out here. Ember We stepped into the city through the hidden doorway and stayed in the shadows as we navigated quietly through the unknown space. We watched for unwanted attention and kept moving toward the castle. The people that we saw were too busy to notice us, so we kept advancing forward. We approached the massive building on the east side looking for a way in.