Novel & Cerita Poisonwood Bible Audiobook

He sank to one knee, the arrow still in his shoulder, blood seeping down his arm. I rushed to him, my hands shaking as I reached for the wound. “Don’t move,” I said, pressing against the arrow. “Gods, Gideon, it’s deep—” “Rebecca.” His voice was low but steady, commanding even through the pain. “Don’t pull it out.” “But—” “It’s poisoned.” The word hit like a blow. I checked the blood, smelled it, tried to sense its effect. My fingers hovered over my satchel, reaching for antidotes and salves. I tried a quick tincture, whispering the old words of counteraction… but nothing worked.

I sat there listening to the most boring account of the book we were reading by Dr Flint. It was Flint’s voice that was the problem. He droned on and on. What made it even worse was that every few lines, he stopped and explained to us what he had read. It was so grating, I could feel myself falling asleep. My eyes were so dry and my lids so heavy. I tried desperately to stay awake, but the more he spoke, the closer to sleep I got. I gave in and closed my eyes, still concentrating on his voice drifting through the room towards me.

The silence it represented felt like the only thing I controlled. Back in my apartment, the stillness was a physical presence. I toasted a slice of bread, forced down a few bites, the food tasting like ash. The act felt ridiculous, nourishing a body that housed a completely shattered spirit. But I did it anyways. The thought of Eleanor’s offer enveloped me,how she spoken, how she looked at me…I didn’t deserve any of this from both Austin and his mother,I thought of her last statement, “He would come begging.” Then, the itch started.

"I mean I wouldn't judge you if..." "No!" I say way more quickly than I mean to. I clear my throat again. "No, I had no idea when I bought it." Shea quietly flips farther into the book and reads quietly. then her eyebrows shoot up in surprise and she side-eyes me before turning the page. "Well..." She says after a few minutes. "This is an exhilerating read... very... stimulating."

Maybe this would help us to get away with this awkwardness. "We can watch a movie until the delivery boy comes," I tell without looking at Christopher. It sounds more like I am talking to myself. I don't wait for him to approve as I switch through the channels to find something watchable. And then suddenly a particular movie catches my attention. Oh my god! It's Hachi: A dog's tale playing on HBO. I so fucking love that movie. I already feel like crying. I have watched it like a thousand times and I still can't keep my tears in check. It is so painfully beautiful. I know I would be crying like a kid again by the end of the movie.

I had looked forward to this baby for so long. Not just me—Wayne had, too. We used to love each other deeply, but we never had a child. When I finally conceived, his doctor tore it from me. The pain was unbearable and left me hopeless. "Really, Wayne? After you left that day, your private doctor performed the abortion without anesthesia. "He said it was on your order." Wayne's face went blank for a second. He opened his mouth but said nothing. His hands shook as he fumbled for his phone, like he was trying to confirm something.

Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh. The pain cut straight through to my soul. I screamed without thinking, trying to scare them off. "Get back! Don't touch me! Get away!" But no one could hear me. My hands passed through their bodies every time I tried to shove them. All I could do was watch as those animals turned my flesh into a feast—tearing, gnawing, reducing me to something unrecognizable. I remembered my father, after hearing of Matthew's death, pointing a finger at my face—every word a poison-tipped dagger. "Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!"

🫶LEXI🫶 I waited until the compound fell into its deepest silence, the kind that only came after the night patrol had settled and the watch fires burned low. Pa’s warning echoed in my head, but the pull in my chest had grown too strong to ignore. It tugged like an invisible rope, insistent and warm, drawing me toward the Whispering Woods.

"Bishop Eloise, what else is here that I don't know." "There is a lot here which you don't know and you have never heard, so I am saying, hold my hand and walk, otherwise 'it' keeps on going like this," Bishop Eloise said, pointing at the bird whose noise was coming back hitting the mountains. "What is this thing?" Pawn Clara asked as she saw the bird that came to Bishop Eloise like an obedient pet at the sound of her whistle. "Pecan Zorro yew," Bishop Eloise replied. "Huh!" Pawn Clara got confused.