Snow Crash Audiobook Novels & Stories

Snow whimpered in my mind, the impact dazing us both. The rogue approached slowly, his teeth bared in a cruel smile. Get up! Snow urged, her voice cutting through the haze. I forced myself to my feet, blood matting the fur on my side. Snow growled low, her eyes locked on the rogue as he circled the pit. Suddenly, a blur of dark gray fur collided with the rogue, sending him crashing to the ground. Lucas. His massive wolf stood over the rogue, his golden eyes blazing with fury. The rogue scrambled to his feet, but Lucas was faster, his powerful jaws clamping down on the rogue’s neck. With a final, sickening crunch, the rogue went limp.

“What happened?” “Shit,” Asher mutters, scraping his chair backward. The firelight makes one half of the cabin red and orange; the window paints the rest in washes of blue and somber purple. I didn’t notice it earlier, but there’s a scraping, wheezing noise, tiny taps as something small and hard brushes along the window. He moves to a metal plate on the wall—I could barely see it if not for the fire’s glow. He fiddles with it. “The snow has started coming down again hard. Must have taken the power out.”

Julian caught me and pulled me back, but Adrian had no time to move. The van struck him and threw him several yards across the pavement. It crashed into the roadside barrier. Moretti guards and airport security rushed to drag Lucia from the driver’s seat while Julian and I ran to Adrian. Blood spread across his suit, and his breathing was already weakening. “Call an ambulance!” I dropped beside him and pressed my hands over the wound. “Adrian, keep your eyes open.” He tried to lift one hand, but his fingers only brushed my sleeve before falling. “Elena…”

"What happened?" "Shit," Sasha mutters, scraping his chair backward. The firelight makes one half of the cabin red and orange; the window paints the rest in washes of blue and somber purple. I didn't notice it earlier, but there's a scraping, wheezing noise, tiny taps as something small and hard brushes along the window. He moves to a metal plate on the wall—I could barely see it if not for the fire's glow. He fiddles with it. "The snow has started coming down again hard. Must have taken the power out."

But then, in a split second, everything disintegrated. A gleam of ice on the slope was invincible, hidden under a thin sheet of powder. My right ski snagged, jerking violently. My body twists and loses balance. I crashed against the slope and screamed, “Aaahh!”. My head struck the snow with a sickening thud. I tumbled multiple times before I finally slid to a lifeless halt at the bottom of the incline. My skis were damaged, one pole snapped into two. ### END OF FLASHBACK ###

Lisa Jones had never expected how badly her long-distance relationship would go, when James Sachs loved her more than anyone else. As the chief of a hospital, he was a very busy man, but he had flown abroad countless times and clocking over 10,000 hours in travel for her. They could only meet briefly each time. She still remembered in that early winter, he had held her in the snow, saying that he found it all worth it. She received numerous gifts from him, ranging from thousand-word love letters to million-dollar necklaces bought from auctions. If it were just to make her smile, he would pluck the stars from the sky. That love that seeped into their very essence hadn't changed for thre

Snow gazed at each of the officers' faces, and she knew that something dreadful had happened, yet she could not guess what it was. "Well, my parents ungrounded me and then surprised me with an early birthday present. We were supposed to go on a camping trip in the woods, and then... AHH! My head hurts! What is happening? Why can't I remember the rest of the story?" Snow said as tears rushed out of her eyes. "Okay, that's enough questioning for today. The patient needs to rest." The doctor said.

"Hello, you've reached Megan walker. Whom am I speaking to?" There was a pause on the other end of the line and she could hear the pitter patter of rain drops accompanied by the howling wind. "Hello?" If this was a prank call, she really didn't have time for this. "Can you speak up, I really..." "Megan..." Her voice seized.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

At least they still had some kind of authenticity, weren’t such a damn headache. But Snow—she was different. Solid, fiery, too real. And it irritated the hell out of him. Snow landed hard. Pain shot through her toes, sharp and fast. Her back broke out in a cold sweat. Instinctively, she reached for Adriana and clung to her arm. “Help me sit down over there,” she whispered, her voice tense. “Then, when you’re free, can you buy me some bigger slippers? My toes are killing me.”