Novel & Cerita Lost In The Clouds Book

I relaxed, letting out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding. The fleecy, white clouds hung low in the light blue sky and the golden sun steadily slunk down. The horizon turned blood orange. We watched as the sky changed colours more efficiently and beautifully than people ever did without crippling anyone's trust. The shades of orange and blue now became purple with pink toned clouds. These clouds chased each other as a black bird sporadically soared in between them. We saw the sun completely vanish from our sight and leave a bare midnight blue sky with small glittering stars scattered haphazardly. The void space in our hearts grew, reminding us of each person we had lost, each person

Even inviting. For the first time, she let herself stare, mesmerized by their quiet beauty. “All this time, I’ve hated clouds,” she whispered, wonder blooming in her chest. Clouds had always meant darkness and fear to her—storm, pain, thunder, the threat of being struck down. But now, seeing them from above, she saw only purity and peace, the brilliant light she’d always longed for in her own life. Janiya gazed at the endless blue sky, the horizon stretching on forever. For the first time, clarity flickered inside her; it was a small, bright spark. Finally, she felt peaceful, and somewhere within the eighteen-hour flight, sleep found her.

“Elena, what do you want, for fuck’s sake?” “Please leave me alone for a while, please.” She formed the sentence so hardly. He turned away from her, cursing. She huddled in her corner and wept until god knows what. She was in the air, her body felt so light, as if it was stripped of every worry of the world, she was flying and then she touched the clouds. She was delighted and looked around. Her eyes fluttered open and met with two blue orbs, deep as sea. She screamed and shifted back on bed.

Aidan I sit patiently in the library for the girl from the gardens and hope she arrives. I have no idea what happened back there. What she read, it touched me. It was like no drug I have ever had and I want more. There was something about her too. She was mysterious and cunning but not in a bad way. The kind of person I didn't feel weird crying in front of. Why did I cry? That's not like me.

Remmy's POV "As the Heavenly Host wept for their lost Brethren The Angel of Storms had raged alone For he would never accept the Fallen As ever being truly lost." ~ The Book of Lost Days Ado, 11: 1 "You stink!" Rainwater, cold from a long night's wait, collected in a dirty tin, splashed me in the face. "Get out of here, you bum! Fucking get!"

Celine's POV Clouds. Beautiful clouds drifting away, soft, weightless, pregnant with beauty. I traced invisible lines on the window, a feeling of nostalgia towards the city beneath us as the airplane approached the airport. Last time I was in a plane like this, my heart was heavy, full of grief, hurt, bitterness and uncertainty but today, returning back to the place I left months ago, I shared the characteristics of the clouds-weightless, beautiful and alive. “Are you ready?” A masculine voice asked, softly.

Fane smiled dryly, and to make Selena believe his words, he shoved the book to Selena, letting her look at the content written in the book. “Fourth-grade intermediate level pill…could we possibly find such a thing within a year? And there’s the Crystal Cloud clan. We’ve never even heard of this clan before! How could they possibly offer the treasure to help us? Besides, the natives here can’t wait to kill those of us who have intruded their place, how could they possibly help us!” Selena’s brows puckered together, losing her spirit. “Don’t worry, my dear. As long as there is a way, there’s hope. And we should work hard for it!”

Not of being exposed. Of losing him.

Nox offered. "I want Clayton back." "Is that the only person you want back?" "Oh God, no. I miss you so much. There are so many things I need to tell you." "Tell me why. That's what I need to know." Exhaling, I laid my head back upon a grassy patch near the path and looked up at the blue sky. Small white clouds moved slowly across the expanse, forming shapes and images that continued to change and morph. The small vision exemplified my life. No matter how much I hated that things stayed the same in Savannah, things that I wanted to remain the same changed and morphed like wisps of clouds.

The wedding invite said the ceremony was in the afternoon, and as I was about to book a ride, Sunny piped up, "We're not seriously going like this, are we? Let's hit the mall and find something snazzy to wear." Glancing down at my laid-back gear, she had a point. Off to the mall we went. Sunny picked out a dazzling wine-red dress and got her hair done up nicely. That's when I saw her, really saw her, without the lab coat and nerdy glasses; she was stunning. Caught staring, she gave me a confident spin and tidied up my tie, "Mr. Rogers, I won't cramp your style, will I?" Her subtle bookish charm mixed with a hint of perfume hit me. I finally understood why we clicked so fast.