Playground Novel Richard Powers Novels & Stories

Today, I was going to rip the darkness from this place and flood it with light. The room blended seamlessly with the rest of the house You’d almost believe everything was normal here. As I pulled the heavy red curtains aside, I noticed something different. The old portraits were gone, replaced by a painting of a white horse in a lush green field. I knew it was a cover. Something told me to go over to it. I approached the fireplace, staring at the painting. It was heavier than it looked. When I twisted it slightly, I felt a shift as I gasped in surprise. I slid the frame aside and there it was: a safe.

CLAIRE. I opened my eyelids slowly and reluctantly. I sat up sluggishly, scanning the room, expecting to see Ryan standing in front of the mirror, trying to button up his shirt hurriedly, and cussing out someone's mother on the phone, but there was nothing like that. The room is so peaceful. I rubbed a palm over my face, sighing deeply as I did. I feel like my bones are weak today. I rolled on the bed and sighted a note on the bedside table, picking it up, I read;

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.

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bumaba agad ako pagkahinto ni Zykiel sa motor. Sinuyod ko ng tingin ang paligid ng bahay. Maraming tuyong dahon ang nasa paligid na para bang walang nakatira sa bahay. Tumingin ako sa bahay. Kupas na ang kulay dilaw na pintura nito. May mga tanim na nasa paso pero namamatay na ang iba. Kumunot ang noo ko. Dito ba talaga galing ang mensahe na natanggap ko? Naglakad ako palapit sa bahay ng pigilan ako ni Zykiel.

I was close to leaving his room when I remembered that I still didn’t have Ruby’s toy. “Uh...sir?” I cautiously took two steps into the room. Mr. Powers faced me, his fine lips pulled into a thin line, his full brows cocked as though questioning my prolonged presence in the room. “The toy. Ruby’s toy.” I wasn’t sure what my fingers were doing, but they were pointing in unjustifiable directions. “She said it is in here, if you could just...” Mr. Powers said nothing. All he did was shut me up with a slight raise of his right hand. And I did shut up even though the sensible side of my being found it ridiculous that I was doing his bidding without batting an eye.

"You are doing your PHD. You have a lush apartment. You cook so well. What else do you have in your sleeves " "Well we will get to know about that after breakfast okay"? He ushered him to start eating. "Come". Jack took him to another room in the apartment after breakfast. It was arranged with all musical instruments. All the latest models. "Do you play "? He was moving his hands on the piano. "Well. I love music. I love to play music. It’s like my safe zone. Where I can be who I am". Jack said. Daniel looked around in awe. He was surely an amazing person.

CHAPTER 2 — THE DEN The New York air hit me like a slap when I stepped out of the cab cold, sharp, laced with exhaust and the faint metallic tang of winter coming early. JFK had been a blur of fake smiles and forged papers, but now I was here. Manhattan. Luca Moretti’s playground. Obsidian was tucked in a nondescript warehouse district in Brooklyn, the kind of place that looked abandoned until you knew the code. Blacked-out door, two armed guards who didn’t speak, just nodded when I gave the name “Elena Voss gift from Mr. Russo.”

Gale's POV "Have you started distributing the fliers?" "Yes sir" "Good. I want his face everywhere, and even on TV, we wouldn't want him to escape." "Yes sir" "Okay, you may leave now" I stayed up all night reading the journal and I couldn't believe how terrible a man could be. I'm gonna have nightmares for the next month just for reading it, the kidnapping, the murders, I had only seen stuff like that in movies. Like killing people by boiling them, taking out their hearts, imprisoning people in dungeons,and using them for sacrifice. I for one never really believed in supernatural powers or ' beings from the other side ' , but now I do.

The streets widened, lined with trees trimmed within an inch of their lives. Wow, no speck of trash, not a single cracked sidewalk. Bourdillon was not just money. It was power. You could feel it in the gates taller than most houses, in the security cameras perched like hawks, in the silence that wasn’t silence at all but the hum of engines too expensive to hear. The gates swallowed the car whole. The lobby hit him like a slap. It was a white marble stretching forever underfoot, chandeliers dripping shards of crystal that caught the light and scattered it across the walls.Even the air smelled expensive.