The World We Make Nk Jemisin Novels & Stories

"It is the greatest, Jarek, because it is the only story that managed to rewrite the spiritual gravity of the universe. Other histories tell us how worlds were conquered or how magic was structured. This story tells us how a shattered soul taught an entire creation how to love." Eldrin reached out, his fingers tapping the edge of the light-page, causing a soft, holographic projection to bloom above the pedestal. The image did not show a magnificent palace or a golden throne; it showed a dark, damp dungeon cell, cold chains, and a young woman curled into a tight ball of absolute despair, her spirit broken by the very people who should have guarded her life.

The clear voice rang out quickly, she took a deep breath and added: "Tell me, what are you going to do to help me get back to the real world, and what do I need to do next?" The other side did not seem to be surprised at Adela's quick answer, he smiled lightly: "In front of you is the setup and operation of this world. Its purpose is...to help you get through. five random worlds to return to reality." "Five random worlds?" Adela looked at the white screen in front of her eyes that was lit up with words like a computer screen, she bewilderedly asked if it was not because she was startled to find that this world was actually created because of her. Because she or not is no longer important? Wh

But the woman—her twisted reflection—was already gone, swallowed by the darkness. “Stay close,” Kai said, his voice urgent. “We need to find a way out of here. This place isn’t stable.” Evryn nodded, her mind racing. The fracture had already begun. She could feel the strain of the Nexus tearing at the fabric of reality around them. Whatever this place was, it wasn’t meant to exist—not like this. The woman had said it herself. They were only just beginning to uncover the truth, and already, the world was beginning to unravel.

She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life. Of course, I did what she said. I tried to read the book she wants. But in the end, I surrendred. I can not understand the story for I was still 5 years old when she forced me to read that. But instead of being mad at this book, I made it as an inspiration to read more and more books, not just today but also in the future. - - - Rhea's POV I am here in my house living and waiting for Dwyane to come here. He has all of the materials that we need in order to conduct our plan to sabotage Fatima's restaurant.

She set it on the perfect spot, slowly climbed up, and sat on the wooden plank as she pulled out an ordinary thick book from the shelf with the caption, "Enchanters." Yuna stroked the rough leather surface of the book, amused by how she doesn't feel any sign of dust on it. She slowly lifted it open, and a page full of culture and illustration was what she saw. After being stunned, she read every page and broadly memorized them. "Nevaeh" This world is named Nevaeh and yes, she was in another world and not in another dimension. There are four kingdoms standing and ruling their own lands.

I was pertaining to the world where I came from. "Never. You were a rare case since you were an outsider but we, Mysticuria Citizens, do not entertain such an idea. We just know that somewhere, there are other people who are inferior to us. The world outside is full of powerless humans and besides, it is almost impossible for us to find the way out. We are sealed off and we don't care about the mystic-less world." I scoffed at the reasoning. "How prejudiced."

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

There was only one thing I could do, it was the only way I could think of to stop her, if she couldn't be killed at least I could keep her caged. I created a prison world, alternate to ours with magical black onyx crystals. The vampires and werewolves helped by infusing the crystals with enough magic to hold any immortal being for eternity. I led the battle against my own daughter. I was able to subdue Namek, banishing her into the prison world, locking her up and using Namek's own blood as the key to ensure she wouldn't be let out.

“My boss sells people as drug shipments. She sends her men, including me, to a planet to abduct people and kill them so she can take their bodies and convert them. She sends me from one Earth to another abducting world leaders and shipping them to one of her facilities so a Boneseeker Man can convert their bodies. Sometimes she gives us permission to kill the people we abduct for her.” President Chang looked up at Jenatrix. “Did you say you’ve gone from one Earth to another?” The president wasn’t sure if she heard Jenatrix right. The woman thought there was only one Earth in the universe and she felt lost by what Jenatrix had said. Jenatrix giggled a little. “There are multiple universes out

I looked around the circle. At faces lit by firelight and future. And I finished softly: “And no matter how the world frays, we will always find ways to weave again.” --- We didn’t rebuild the old world. We never tried to. We let it rest. And in its place, we made this: A rhythm. A riot. A refuge. A garden that bites back. A squirrel that files taxes. A girl who might one day fly. A loom that sings not of gods, but of people.