Novel The Sound And The Fury の小説・ストーリー

Every thrust was a symphony of friction, a heavy, rhythmic possession that made the ancient walnut shelves and the floating candles fade into nothingness. She clung to him, her bare legs wrapping securely around his waist, pulling him deeper, demanding more of the beautiful, bruising weight of his body. They were two broken souls crashing together in the dark, writing a brand-new history over the ashes of the old country. The library was filled with the sound of their breathless gasps, the heavy snap of the fire, and the quiet, desperate whimpers of a queen finally reuniting with her king.

In the simplest of words, home is where you find the meaning that helps define you—who you are, and who you hope to be. I found mine at sixteen. Not in a place, or a person, but in books - thanks to Ashley. She practically forced a book into my hands, claiming it was her holy grail. I didn’t love the ending at first. But when I heard a sequel was coming, I read it the moment it released. Seeing the MMC'S perspective changed everything. I realized the first book ended the way it had to.

"I'll let you out when you stop having evil thoughts, Yvonne Linnus!" Then, he turned and left, closing the only door to the basement without hesitation. Darkness enveloped me. In pain and despair, I closed my eyes. I didn't actually know how I died. The last thing I remembered was the dark basement; ever since then, my consciousness had been hazy. I thought that my life had ended at 18. I didn't know that souls could still linger after death. Aunt Caroline fell silent when she saw the obvious anger on Dad's face.

My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk. It was fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago my little sister Wynn had sat by the fence in our garden and said those words and turned my life into a nightmare. Was Jilin trying to tell me that these beasts killed my parents? My friends who never had a chance to grow up? That was ... not possible. A rough, calloused hand came over mine. "Shanks." I shook my head, trying to get that memory out of my brain. "That can not be."