Novel & Cerita The Eyes Of The World: Book

"Hold on tight. I'm taking off." "Wait, we'll die from the—" Before I could finish, everything spun around me. My stomach lurched, and I felt sick. It had to be heatstroke. My vision blurred, and I thought for sure I was about to die. I closed my eyes, bracing for the end. "What are you doing? Open your eyes!" Blazewing's voice rang in my ears. Slowly, I opened them. The whole world had changed. "Wh-where are we?"

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

, he smiled at her weakly, beautiful and charming eyes he had, which were no ordinary ones, his eyes shone intellect breeding inside them, it seemed that they were reading minds peeking through the windows of eyes. "Visitors? Ah. Do we have any?", she inquired. "For those who believe, there are always some guests arriving and a few more left. Everything is as common as it seems to those who see it with an ordinary eye. When to be seen beyond there is a lot unseen, unknown, begging to be recognized in the world which doesn't belong to them. A time not so familiar to them", he smiled looking at Murphy, where she stood feeling exposed, his eyes held an odd sort of familiarity in them, which Mur

"The Readers—they didn’t vanish. They followed you into the real world." Maya looked up. The blue sky was fracturing, splitting apart like glass. Through each crack, a billion glowing, greedy eyes stared down from another world. If the story’s broken loose from the book and into real life, is Maya finally free—or has she just turned all of humanity into the next chapter of a tragedy that never ends?

Still in shape, preserved where time never runs to eat and fade everything away. Winona draws a cunning smile on her face, as she said. “Still as pristine. I wonder if that book is still in here.” She teasingly thought. Knew and all along that the book that she means is still placed and secure within the protection of the library. The book that she loves to read from way past and always, the only book that contains the information of the seven existing worlds. “Seven deadly sins, seven worlds, and the seven books. Maybe I’ll spare a little time to read it again.”

I stood before it for a moment with my hands at my sides, looking at the dark, worn cover, the spine that had no title, the pages whose edges had a faint luminescence that might have been age or might have been something else entirely. Then I picked it up. The world ended. That is the only way I can describe it, not darkness, not pain, not a simple sensation, but the total and violent ending of the world I had been standing in one moment before and my simultaneous arrival in every other world that had ever been or could have been. Images. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. Wars I had no name for, fought by people whose faces I’d never seen, on landscapes that didn’t match any geography I

People who want a different kind of future. Your job is not to conquer the world. It is to wake it up. I closed the book gently. The soft cover made no sound as it shut. We stood there in the quiet chamber for a long time. The murals on the walls seemed to watch over us. The air felt full of peace and clarity. Above us, Elvira was tearing the mountain apart. Above us, armies waited to kill or capture us. Above us, the fate of the world hung in the balance.

My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal. I opened my eyes again, finding myself shining in that golden and perpetual tone as I glimpsed myself in the blue-violet irises of Miguel's eyes. I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the