Macbeth Audiobook Novels & Stories

Waiting for orders. And in that moment, I knew we'd won something important. Not the whole fight. But this battle. Because now everyone was watching. The explosion came from the north entrance. Not a physical explosion. Magical. Ice and power and rage that sent wolves scrambling for cover. Lady Macbeth strode into the ballroom like a queen returning to her kingdom. Her hands crackled with stolen power. Her eyes held madness barely contained. And her smile was the kind that promised death. "Did you really think," she said, voice amplified by magic, "that exposing documents would stop this? That showing proof would make powerful wolves suddenly care about dead children?"

“Wait until we’re assigned Epic of Gilgamesh.” “Gilga-what?” I stared at him, because there couldn’t be anything worse than Macbeth. Right? I hoped. Macbeth was almost worse than Moby Dick, and I hadn’t thought that was possible. If it got worse, I wasn’t sure I would survive the assignment without beating my head against the wall.