Peace Like A River Book Review Novels & Stories

The river surged around me, pulling me under, its cold embrace wrapping around my body, dragging me into its depths. I didn’t fight, I didn't know how to fight, and even if I did, I didn't want to. I let myself sink, let the current take me. The water filled my lungs, sharp and cold, but there was no panic. Only relief. The pain in my chest melted as the world grew darker, the sound of the river fading into a soft hum. I closed my eyes, my body weightless, my heart slowing down. I know I was dying and I was finally at peace at last, maybe, this was what I would have done the moment Brake told me it was over.

River's eyes scanned the shelves, searching for something to distract her from Thane's insult and Axel's threat. Her hand settled on a worn leather volume, its title etched in gold lettering: "The Way of the Wolf". River's heart swelled with curiosity as she opened the book, releasing the scent of aged paper. As she began to read, Selene's presence receded, her anger slowly giving way to River's calm determination. The words on the page spoke directly to River's soul, reminding her of the strength and resilience that lay within.

Chapter 124 Aurora Jolting back to consciousness, I found myself smiling sheepishly. Peace like a river flooded my mind as calmness washed over me. For the first time in a long time, I was at ease with myself. Courtesy, the dream. It was strange how the dream filled me with unexplainable peace, unlike the other scary ones that shoot fear in me. My eyes dropped to my tightly clenched hand as if I was holding something. A smile curled on my face as I remembered tossing rocks across the river just like Ivy and Adrian had taught me.

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

Before the secrets I’d buried would come clawing their way out and when they did, I wasn’t sure if I’d have the strength to hold on to the fragile peace I’d just begun to taste. Because peace, I was learning, was never free. Not when your name was River.

Raymond glanced toward her. “And now?” She looked across the lake thoughtfully. “Now I think chaos just became so normal that peace felt unfamiliar.” A quiet understanding passed between them. Because both knew exactly what she meant. People adapted strangely to survival. Pain became routine. Fear became an expectation. And eventually calm itself started feeling suspicious. But standing here now beside Raymond while evening settled gently around the cottage, Tricia realised something important. Peace was not empty. It was healing. The difference mattered. Raymond rested his forearms against the porch railing beside her. For several moments neither spoke again. The silence between them had be

The news flickered on. Specials Break Peace The screen flashed below the anchor woman. Specials break peace I read to myself again. “Turn it up Micheal” I ordered. He rolled his eyes but obliged. “Peace has been held for 15 years and today an extremely dangerous special broke it. We are unaware what caused the incident to spark. Soldiers were deployed to Barker Street. Officials have not yet released the number of killed or injured, but we can tell from footage it is a large number. We are estimating at least 50”

But when I’m back here—in charge—everything quiets. The noise fades. And it all makes sense again. Peaceful. Right. I keep a notebook. Filled with River’s life. His movements. His habits. What time he wakes up. Where he goes. What he eats. What he listens to. Who he stares at when he thinks no one’s looking. I write it all down. Sometimes I draw him. Mostly broken. Crying. Terrified. That’s how I know I’m doing it right. That’s how I know it’s working.

That's what nature does, somehow I feel peace. Even if all this is happening to me, I could somehow have peace. I approach the river not far from the village, it was the same one where Satoshi and I talked the first time he came. I try to breathe without drowning. My head hurts from so much crying and my heart from so much misfortune. I sigh a little calmer; but still hurt. I sat in that river for a long time, alone I made my lunch with the fish that swam there and made a fire to roast them. Everything I learned was thanks to Hiroki, my chest hurts just thinking about it.

Space. She dressed without hurry and left the house before anyone else stirred, walking toward the river that cut through the lower edge of the city. It was early enough that the paths were mostly empty. A few runners passed. A man fed birds from a paper bag. The water moved steadily, indifferent to what had been uncovered, prosecuted, named. She liked that. For so long, she had expected peace to look like an answer. A final understanding that would snap into place and close the wound cleanly. But standing there now, watching the current carry leaves downstream, she understood that closure was a myth people told themselves to survive unresolved endings.