Novel & Cerita Downton Abbey

It was about a week after we'd arrived at the keep that Dovette found me sitting on one of the walls, looking out over the mountains toward the northwest where the Scourge had gone. "You're thinking too much," she said, settling beside me carefully. Her own injuries had largely healed, thanks to Mira's careful attention, though she still moved slowly on her right side where she'd been burned. "Someone has to," I said. "Corvin's already doing that. She's trying to figure out how to survive the winter, how to maintain this keep, how to gather information about the Scourge. You're allowed to just exist for a while." I laughed, but it came out bitter. "Existing is what got my family killed. I sh

It was evident no one had lived in this concrete jungle for years, and the buildings showed every bit of the signs of neglect. My memories of my home as a child before the downfall of society were in stark contrast with what remained of my species’ lasting impression on this world, and I wrestled with my emotions as I allowed Gage to lead the way up a long driveway and into a sprawling mansion that was tucked back far away from the street. The house wasn’t nearly as grand with all the crumbling foundations and trashed rooms I spotted, but Gage didn’t pause as he continued bustling through the empty corridors like he owned the place.