Lincoln In The Bardo Audiobook Cast Novels & Stories

Seeing Jo and Halsey together makes his heart warmer, melting away the ice wall which had been erected when Halsey had left him. His phone rings and Nathan is broken out of the reverie. It’s Parker. “What is it, Parker?” Nathan asks him. “Sir, I followed Lincoln today,” Parker replies. “It seems that he came to visit a patient at an asylum.” Nathan raises an eyebrow. Lincoln visited someone? But Nathan is sure that Lincoln doesn’t have any living relative nor any acquaintance who’s admitted in an asylum. “Where is this asylum?” “It’s on the outskirts of the city.” “I’ll talk to you later about this,” Nathan mutters. “Get more information on this patient.”

Alec said in a hushed voice. I stood between the two of them, jumpy and extremely uncomfortable. It was like having two really irritatingly hot and protective bodyguards. It wouldn't come as a shock if they sent me to a nunnery or decided to order one of those chastity belts, not that it mattered. Who screwed around with mute girls? Tears threatened. That was the worst part. That Alec was right. Lincoln was a good actor - a great actor. He was doing his job. He did it well.

"That's not the way to the bathroom. Also, I said it earlier, I really do not mind what happened." He paused and waited for her to look at him. When she did, he continued, "I have something to talk about if you don't mind." Hailey rhythmically shook her head in reply. "No, I don't." Nolan then proceeded. "Mr. Lincoln called last night." "Huh?" "He called the landline," Nolan informed her. "I happened to be near it and answered the call." Hailey stiffened upon hearing this, but she soon relaxed and nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

"Now get out." Lincoln left. Stood in the hallway trying to calm his racing heart. He sold his soul to Astor Sinclair years ago. And now he was going to have to watch that devil drag him down to hell. The door to the interrogation room opened. Barrister Sullivan walked in, followed by two officers carrying boxes of evidence. "Mr. Sinclair," Sullivan said pleasantly. "Thank you for waiting. We have some things to show you." He set up a laptop on the table. Pressed play.

The first thing I woke up to was the sound of crackling fire. Something was urging me to open my eyes, but I couldn’t. Someone touched my arm, and the first reaction from my body was electricity. As they moved their hands over my arm, the current in my body followed their trail. “Eva.” A voice called, and I froze. “Eva, can you hear me?” He asked gently, and my heart filled with immense regret. Lincoln. The last time I heard his voice, there was menace in it. He was full of hatred and anger. Just the sound of his voice was enough to break your spirit off.

“We are all very excited to have you join us here. Brendan, most of all.” Alcina stares, having not missed the familiar way in which Lincoln addressed him as Brendan. Lincoln seems to understand the confusion in her gaze, for which he throws back his head to let out a clamorous laugh that booms throughout the entire open space. “So I see Brendan failed to inform you that we are childhood friends, despite the long and dramatic narrative he gave of how I came to hold my position.” A shocked laugh startles out of Alcina, her cheeks pinking at the revelation that Lincoln had, indeed, been able to hear their conversation.

Back outside in the living room, butler Jeffrey, Alonso and Olivia sighed as they sat down on the couches. "What do you think is wrong with him?". Olivia asked. "I don't know either". Alonso replied. "I just hope it's nothing serious". Butler Jeffrey said. "Sir.." A guard called as he walked towards them and lowered his height to whisper something into Alonso's ear. "We have a problem". he whispered. "What is it?". Alonso asked not whispering back. "Mr. Lincoln had a massive accident" the guard whispered. Alonso's eyes widened in shock at what he heard and instantly rose onto his feet.

Lincoln said calmly, kindly, even sincerely, as he switched hands on his pillow. I raised the volume on my radio. "Where's Perry?" Lincoln pointed to a bunk about chest-high. He's in a bunk? That didn't make sense. Perry would have heard me and Ashton walk in. Something didn't feel right.

As we started heading to the field, it then flashed to me how we got to the clinic. "Guys, I suddenly remembered: who took us to the clinic?" I asked. "Uh—um... We took Tal in here while he..." Lincoln suddenly appeared in front of us and said, "I took you to the clinic. I felt something wasn't right the moment you walked out of the building; I should have stopped you or chased you, but you're OK now; that man has already been punished." Is that Lincoln voice?

Goddess, I might actually swoon. “Thank you… and thank you for rescuing me just now,” I say, trying not to sound too breathless. Lincoln smiles again, his silvery eyes sparkling. “It’s my pleasure…” “Oh, Zahra. I’m Zahra Larkin, from Blood Moon.” He nods as if he already knew, his smile widening. “I know. You’re all anyone has been talking about all day. I look forward to seeing the rest of your bouts.” With a small bow that’s both regal and charming, he turns and walks away.