The World We Make Nk Jemisin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Eve's pov I inhaled happily watching the jungle passed by. The greenery is so green it looks almost dark. I smiled looking at the birds chirping on the branch. I smiled after a very long time, I smiled. you deserve to cry in this hell for the rest of your life. I inhaled sharply remembering the words from the monster of my past. But it's going to be there, in my past. I'm never going to be there again. Never going to let anyone make me feel those pain again.

Winnie said, her hand finding mine. ​The long winter was not over. The threat of the Clockwork Prophets was just the first echo of a world that had been broken by the Black Star. But as I looked at the Obsidian Tree, I saw a single, new needle growing from a branch. It wasn’t gold, and it wasn’t silver. ​It was a shimmering, diamond-white. ​We had saved the world, but in doing so, we had created something entirely new. And as the sun finally began to peek over the eastern horizon, I realized that the real war, the war to define what this new world would become was only just beginning.

“Welcome home, daughter.” Amara raised her gun. “You’re not real. You’re a copy.” Ngozi laughed, her voice echoing. “Copies are the future. Adebayo perfected it—memories transferred, bodies renewed. Nkechi’s mind, my ambition. The failsafe is my design. In 23 hours, the world resets.” Ifeanyi fired, but Ngozi dodged, activating a lockdown. Alarms blared, gas hissing from vents. The team scattered, fighting security drones awakened from slumber.

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are all children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue. This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * *

The being nodded. "The timelines that never happened." A pause. "The worlds the system erased." Emma's stomach tightened. There were too many lights. Far too many. Millions. Billions. Perhaps more. Entire universes. Entire lives. Gone. Forgotten. Deleted. The End stirred inside her. But not violently. Quietly. Reflectively. Almost mournfully. Emma looked at one of the lights. The moment she focused— A vision unfolded. A different Earth. A different sky.

The guardian star’s light flickered, a call to action, summoning them to a distant world where a fraying thread threatened the nexus’s fragile dawn. Jessica’s boots crunched on the plateau’s crystalline surface, her hand brushing Kade’s, her heart steady despite the weight of their purpose. “A new world needs us,” she said, her voice clear, a smile tugging at her lips, though her eyes held a trace of worry. The star’s light wove a vision: a planet of silver seas and jagged peaks, its sky cracked with dark veins, its people crying out as their love unraveled, a thread in the nexus weakening.

Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips. Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank lined with twisted, leafless trees. Lyra crawled from the shallows, coughing up water that tasted of earth and blood. Her body trembled, every muscle screaming as she collapsed face-down in the mud. The Dead Lands. She'd heard the pack's elders whisper of this forsaken stretch—barren soil poisoned by ancient curses, where no wolf tread without madness creeping in. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of decay and something sharper, like ozone before a lightning strike.

“No, power has taught me how the world truly works.” I looked her dead in the eyes. “No, it only taught you how nobles and royal think, not how the world works. If you believe the world belongs only to the rich and powerful then you understand neither the kingdom nor the people who built it.” for the first time, the smile on her face vanished.

Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion. _My Alien Prince Charming_ is a captivating tale of love, courage, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship that transcends the boundaries of time and space. Through the eyes of Lilith, a young girl whose imagination breathes life into the lost world of Gorgor and its heroic prince, Andreas, this narrative explores the transformative power of belief and the resilience of the human spirit.