Poisonwood Bible Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Show me. Show me who you are when you're not being perfect. When you're not trying to prove anything. Just you." He's quiet for a long moment. Then he pulls away. Goes back to the chair. Picks up the book again. "Sit," he says. I sit. He opens the book. Finds a page. Starts reading. His voice changes. Softens. Like the words mean something. Like they're important. It's poetry. Old. Beautiful. About wolves and moonlight and bonds that transcend death. I close my eyes. Let his voice wash over me. Let myself just feel.

Without your little surprise, I'd still be waiting for my break! "Let Lily play mommy dearest. We'll live it up on her inheritance. Once our kid's old enough to take over, we'll show her the door!" Their voices, clear as day on the recording, made them blanche. One of the elders, fury unleashed, landed a solid kick on Derick. "You scum. You're trying to play us, the White family, for fools!" However, Jasmine, even the hard case, just sneered. "What recording? It's all a sham! Lily could easily bribe a nurse, swap out my child with his, and whip up a fake recording. Piece of cake for her! Don't fall for her lies!"

I state as I look around the table meeting the confused eyes of many. "Who are you?" The Pres asks quietly from where's he's still stood grasping the side of the table tightly. "Finally, you've asked" I smirk as I hold his gaze. Pausing dramatically I watch as his eyes flicker over me, was that a slight hint of recognition? "..I’m Nadia Jenson." With that the room falls silent, the Pres' face draining of colour as he stumbles back slightly Chucking I watch as many fall back in their seats in shock, "hello father..."

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible

It was response. The Seed had cracked. She’d felt it tear like skin stretched too far. A scream across the tether that still connected them all—Lucas, Clara, Drift. Even the forest responded. The roots around her shivered. Hollow Hill moaned like a living thing. Emily turned her head slowly toward the passage beyond the alcove, where the oldest tree in WildWood still grew—dead in bark, yet alive in spirit. From within its hollow, the whispers had returned. But this time, they wept.