Novel & Cerita Lamentar

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

The lizard head bowed until the cracked gold coronet scraped basalt; each step he left behind filled with slow black sand. Behind him came Rath, tall as gallows, a skeletal horror strung with ember sinew. Fire leaked from the joints of his fingers and bled in quiet sparks to die on the wet floor; where they landed, the rock cried and then remembered itself. Runes etched along each rib breathed like coals. The smell of kilns walked with him. They knelt—three dooms in three grotesque masks. Abnegazar spoke first, elder’s privilege. His voice was thunder listened to from under a bed. “A cry tore the western sky,” he said. “The sea lost a son.”

She looked unsure of what was happening and hesitantly brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his index finger. Brett pulled them back and turned his palm over to examine what he wrote on it. He looked back and Sapphire and pushed his lips out, forming a small sad face. “Sorry, Sapphire. It’s Statue of Liberty for today.” “What?” Sapphire asked and pulled his hand to examine what he wrote.. On the index finger was written ‘S’ and on the middle, one was written ‘L’.

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.

Her tears which were precious as pearls fell heavily on their hearts. It was the first time in years that Anderson mansion looked this depressing.

To: Honey❤️ Please don't leave me..ILOVEYOU.

replied Erito smiling somewhat more cheerfully at the moment. It was solely Lumax Lianto who drowned himself in the ocean of his disillusionment and sadness. He couldn’t rejoice like what his other four friends were doing. A group of dark clouds was drifting above the horizon of his background world. Downpour was really going to come. A series of disillusionment and sadness was still fluttering in the atmosphere of Lumax Lianto’s feeling and perception. ***

I hated seeing Jericho in so much pain. "We miss you so much," I whispered, peering over my shoulder toward the massive house which towered behind me, "I hope, wherever you are, you're still watching over him. No dog could ever replace you but maybe send him another to be his companion again. One that can take care of him as well as you did." I rose from my crouch and stiffly nodded at the rock serving as a headstone, "Rest easy, boy."

I need to go back to Jacob. ***

Her shrieks of fear could do nothing but add to the discordant harmony rolling about the room. “By the power of earth. By the power of air. By the power of water. By the power of fire. Let forth the spirit. Descend to the lantern of sorrows of the South, to the trumpets of doom of the West, to the praise of harlots to the East, to the horns of death to the North. Descend!”