Novelas y relatos de Midnight Sun

' "Officer, ready for another round of role-playing?" … By the time Ray and Cassandra returned to Bay Garden, it was already the next morning. Suddenly, golden light exploded across the sky. The sun had risen. The snowfield shimmered with a dazzling reflection. Strangely, even though the sun was up, the temperature remained freezing. The snow showed no sign of melting. Weird. Even the polar ice melts partially in summer—why hasn't a single patch here softened? Is our sun already waning? Losing its strength at its prime?

The first Winter Solstice of the grounded era arrived not with a celestial signal, but with a biting northern wind that turned the silver lilies of the Fringe to brittle glass in a single night. The Silver Moon was encased in a Great Frost, a natural, non-technical weather pattern that pushed the temperature so low the air felt like it was filled with needles. I stood at the window of our lakeside cabin, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, its solar enzyme flaring with a protective heat that kept the frost from creeping across the glass. Beside me, Killian watched the clouds, his silver eyes reflecting the heavy gray sky.

He was resplendent in his ceremonial attire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the golden disc of the sun was being slowly, inexorably devoured by the encroaching moon. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the world plunged into an eerie, midday darkness. It was a premature night; stars blinked into existence, shivering in the sudden, biting cold. To the superstitious, it was a terrifying omen of divine displeasure, a harbinger of doom. But for Elena, it was simply the elegant mechanics of the universe—a celestial reminder that even in the deepest, most suffocating shadow, the light remained, waiting patiently to return.

She moved away from the cliff wall, trying to find a better angle from which to see. “That has to be your army’s doing.” “Yes. The operation has begun.” “Where exactly are we?” “Mount Wijil. Our destination.” Tandapati walked away from the horses. “Ask whatever you want. Normally, I don’t like being questioned. But I’ll make an exception for you.” They hurried up the hill. “Who is the Great Light?” Rinjani finally asked. “You’ve been mentioning him over and over.” “Another name for him is Morning Star, the Bringer of Light. He was the one who tempted Adam and Eve and caused them to be cast down into the world. He was later banished from the Palace of Heaven as well.”

Max was running around the front yard, occasionally coming back to the steps for a few moments of petting before racing out onto the lawn again and resuming his fun. Today was the twenty-first of December—the winter solstice. The reason Rave was gone. Leesa was watching to see if she might notice anything different about the sun today, some slight change that could account for the volkaanes retreating to their New Hampshire sanctuary. If there was anything different, she could not detect it. It seemed like any other winter afternoon to her.

I said, sounding frantic, and he looked at me, confused. "In my visions, there is no sunlight. The sun is not in the sky. Instead, there is a moon but not the one we see at night. This moon is different. It is creepy looking. It has dark vines wrapped around it. The lands are desolate, and that is because there is a lack of sunlight. People and creatures are at war. There is death, destruction and disease everywhere. " I said and then looked at him, remembering his part. I did not know how to tell him, but I knew I had to because he needed to know.

It is late summer, but the weather is chilly, as it is almost always in the northernmost part of the Nordic region. The midnight sun shines with its last rays and guides them through the mountain’s ranges. The winds that form powerful gusts across the open, barren landscape make Indra's frozen fingers cramp as she holds the reins. "Where are you taking us?" Laurin whispers in her ear. His breath is warm on her skin and creates small faint tufts in the air around them.

THE SERENE AND SOFT GLOW bathes the surroundings as the midday sun rises above the skyline. The rays of the sun pierce through the tall pine trees that often dotted the landscape from the view from afar, creating a play between shadows and light around the forest floor. The crisp air carries the cool freshness that definitely defines a Finnish morning.

I am indeed a hopeless romantic. I turned around my swivel chair and faced the glass window, overlooking the whole city where I am currently living. It was already midnight and some stars aligned in the sky. I counted ten stars scattered within the reach of my eyes until I got bored and decided to go back to reading the new book I just bought from the bookstore.

"I'd better get going on my rounds." After he'd left and she'd locked the front door, Robin carried the empty coffee mugs into the kitchen. She looked out the window while she was rinsing them at the sink, her eyes captured by the sight of a grey and white bird perched in a circle of sunlight on the lawn between two thick shrubs. It fluttered its wings as it split the air with its shrill cry. Plants with colorful flowers stood in the sunlight side by side with those having broad, shiny leaves. It was so different from the icy cold of the north she felt warm just looking at them. Seth was right.