Silas Marner Kindle Novels & Stories

He had been building me, positioning me, guiding me toward the exact place he needed me to be, the same way Julian had been positioning me from his side. Two men had been moving me like a piece on a board and neither of them had asked me first. The fury that had settled into something usable in the apartment began to rise again and I pressed it back down carefully because fury without direction was just noise. “Where is Mara now,” I asked. Something crossed Silas’s face that told me the answer was not simple. “She is alive,” he said. “That is the most important thing. She got out eventually but it took two years and it cost her everything she had built before Julian found her.”

"And Merlin. If that room's still sealed behind a wall, we're not getting through it with a crowbar and good intentions." She reached for her phone, already typing, and that was when the overhead lights flickered once a small, mundane thing, the kind of flicker any old building produced without meaning anything at all but then a voice spoke from the shadows at the far end of the stacks, unhurried, entirely unsurprised d to find them there. "Curious research," Silas Cross said, stepping into the light, his sealed folio tucked flat against his side exactly as it had been the very first day Zariel met him, "for a woman who claims she married for love."

I find Silas in his office frowning at a stack of papers and I can just imagine that he is probably trying to figure out Eli’s finances. Silas has been trying to move the money to one bank account, but Eli had so many bank accounts that it’s a royal mess. I take a seat on the arm of his chair and kiss the top of his head. He leans back and closes his eyes, sighing for a moment. “Hey beautiful. I hope your day was better than mine.” He opens his eyes and I smile, waving the book about. Interest sparks in his eyes as he takes it from me and I show him what we found.

It was the first time they had ever heard her reply to anything. “That’s enough, she was at most curious. If you are going to eat, do it quietly,” his father, Henry, interjected. His mother seemed to find his words funny. If one did not look clearly, they would have thought that she was sneering. “Are you blind?” Lilac asked and Henry paused in shock. “What did you say?” he asked. “It seems you are deaf too,” Lilac answered, and Jason heard his grandmother gasp, “You are calling me deaf?” Henry asked.

It all felt like a dream and she hoped it would never end. Silas hurried down the hallway pausing at Alexis’s door and knocked. Receiving the okay to enter he stepped into the bedroom and wasn’t surprised to see all three of his children gathered and pretending to be innocently hanging out. “Can we help you?” Alexis asked. “I read a very interesting article about Marilynn Carlisle this morning,” Silas said. “Did you? I don’t see how she can be interesting.” Silas sighed studying their blank faces. If there was one thing he could say about his children…they would make excellent poker players.

"The fire was so hot the rescue teams couldn't get close. I stood on that cliff and felt my soul being ripped out of my chest, inch by inch. I searched the wreckage for weeks. This was all I found." I stood in the doorway, my hand gripping the cold stone of the archway so hard my knuckles turned white. "You’re talking to yourself, Mr. Vane. That’s a sign of a crumbling mind." Silas finally looked up. My breath hitched. His eyes were bloodshot, the gray clouded with a terrifying, agonizing grief. He stood up, his massive frame looming in the shadows, and he moved toward me. His steps were slow, predatory, and yet somehow fragile.

“He calls himself the Architect. He says he is the one who was left behind when the fire took the West. He says he is your blood, Winnie.” ​I felt the world tilt. My blood. My brother, Silas, had disappeared years ago, long before the war began. He had been a scholar, a man obsessed with the history of the First Weavers. We had thought he was dead, a victim of the first purges in the West. ​“Silas?” I whispered, the name feeling like a curse on my tongue. ​“He does not use that name,” Elara said. “But he has your eyes. And he has a hunger for the light that even the salt cannot satisfy.”

Silas held her face in his hands and watched her with sorrow-filled eyes. “I ---,” he paused, “I have told you that there is only one option for you to ever be blessed with this good news,” he said in a very depressed tone. “No! don’t ever repeat that nonsense to me. I want a child with you,” as she expressed her desire, I frowned in confusion. “But---my wolf do---- my wolf doesn’t feel like mating with you,” As Silas disclosed the wired situation, I gasped in shock.

Not everyone appreciated it when they’re thrown in the streets with nothing but a few materials and the clothes on their back. Releasing a deep sigh, Silas frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. All were going according to plan. Everything was fine. Except, that’s just the problem. Everything was too fine. Not to mention the little information that cunning little consort Mariana offered him. He was already two steps ahead whatever it was the other side was planning. He just didn’t expect his wolf to be adamant about a certain little consort. That truly made things a tad bit difficult.

“But tell them this: If they ever move toward the North Coast again, I won’t just burn a book. I’ll burn the entire market. I’ll leak every offshore account, every shell company, and every hidden villa. I’m an Ares, Silas. I know how to destroy a world better than anyone.” Silas stared at me for a long moment, a ghost of respect flickering in his eyes. Then, without a word, he turned and vanished into the shadows of the house. I stayed in the library until the fire died down to a pile of grey ash. The ledger was gone. The letters were gone. The “compass” was broken. I walked out of the “House of Bone” and into the cold, clean Adirondack morning. The sun was rising over the lake, the light re