In The Blink Of An Eye Audiobook Novels & Stories

I said. “Just blink five times. You’re always welcome,” she said. I blinked five times and awoke in my bed; it was morning. ~~ That was the memory. Of course something like that would play for me. I guess it was a message. I blinked slowly. My heavy eyelids drooped as the screen became invisible. I fell into darkness soon after. All I could hear were shuffling noises and the faint sounds of booms as they caused everything around me to shake and evoke a few screams, pants and cries.

The forest felt… balanced. Too balanced. Like a painting where every detail was placed on purpose. Kairos studied our faces. “Nobody blink alone,” he said. We locked eyes in a rough square. Silas swallowed. “I hate this part.” “Stay with the rhythm,” I said. “Count again.” “One.” “Two.” “Three.” “Four.” A blink hit. Not mine. The world twitched. Just a tiny hitch in motion. But I felt it slide through us like a needle.

I could only move my eyes, and they opened and closed with difficulty. As I blinked several times to focus my sight, I saw the being in front of me. He had just watched me with perverse intentions. Our eyes collided, and at that moment, I was able to see through him. I opened my eyes wide, my head was going to explode, images after images assaulted my senses, it was as if they were drilling my brain, it was a lot. “AAAA, AAAAA! Stop it, NOOO! AAAHHH! Please no more Aaaaaa, Nooo more!”

Only the constant echo of my words resonates within an endless empty space. Then I hear, “Isabella?” I quietly reply, “Who is it?” I hear a soft and distant voice. And this is how I observe how all the images of my life pass through my eyes in a second. Then I watch the images fade as if I were watching an old television. Silence... Deafening silence... Seconds seem like minutes, and minutes seem like hours. The image slowly returns, lighting up, and I appear in a place where everything is white. I blink many times so that my eyes get used to the light. It is a spacious room.

And there he was. Blind Eye sat in his customized wheelchair near the edge of the balcony, overlooking the city. A silver suitcase sat open on his lap, the glow of credit chips illuminating his chin. In his hand, he held a crystal glass of amber liquid—vintage whiskey, likely older than Jack himself. He was humming a tune. A soft, off-key melody. "Three minutes to extraction," Blind Eye murmured to himself, tapping his sensor visor. "Life is good." "Is it?"

For an endless, breathless moment, the room was consumed in a blinding light that stung my eyes and made me grind my teeth. But then, just when I began to fear I had made some catastrophic mistake, the illumination slowly ebbed away. Both the book and the moonstone stopped glowing; for now, at least. Dazed, I blinked away the spots dancing across my vision, refocusing my eyes on the yellowed pages in front of me. They looked the same. Utterly the same. “What the…” I whispered to myself as I flipped through the pages. “What the hell was that?” “Nina? Everything okay?”

Alina I blinked. Once. Twice. The light was too much. It pressed down on me, like fingers prying into my skull. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears, and I could hear things. Too many things. A rustle here. A sigh there. The ticking of a clock far away, though I wasn’t sure if it was real or imagined. Was I going mad? I shut my eyes again, breathing slowly. One breath. Two. Three. Then, I opened them carefully—slowly, like peeling back a wound that hadn't quite healed. I blinked again, trying to focus.

Suddenly, there was a sharp snap. Everything blacked out, and an empty voice appeared. And then… Light again, my eyes opened–like I had blinked.

They were not the eyes of any person living or dead that Elowen Vayne had ever seen in her twenty years on the earth — and they knew her. She felt them know her. She tried to scream. No sound came out. The eyes blinked once, slowly, the way a person blinks who is sad and tired and sorry and patient all at the same time. Then they were gone.

Despite the noise around the auditorium, the footsteps sounded so clear. My eyes tilted toward the direction of the footstep and I almost had my jaw drop open if I was not able to restrain myself. Dark Blue Eyes was approaching.