Novel & Cerita Their Eyes Were Watching God Book Review

As I got ready to take my third step, my legs felt weak and gave from underneath me. I feel strong hands grab my arms and then lift me bridal style. “You shouldn’t be out of bed, you haven’t had time to recover.” I looked up at the person, despite not being able to see in the woods, the familiar gold eyes stared back at me. I take in his features and he has short dark brown to red hair styled messily and an impassive expression, other than the slight worry I can see. I start to realize that looking at him this close up he kind of looks like a masculine version of myself.

Her mouth was open and closed as she looked down unsure to name the number of hours as she herself has no idea about how many hours would she take to complete the book. "Let it be". He dropped the book down gaining her eye's attention to him as at the same time he looked up at her. And damn the sudden eye connection sent sparks in his body as his eyes connected with her large crystal shining eyes. Her eyes are giving a look of pure innocence. He wonders if she felt the same sparkling sensation too when her eyes met his. Blinking away he continued. "This is enough. I'm being enough merciful to let go this time. But one more complaint and one more disobedience....you remember my words".

We stand in the arrivals hall of the Albuquerque airport and we hold each other and neither of us says anything because there isn't anything to say that covers thirty years and a sealed box and yellow flowers and four words carved into stone. She gently pulls back. She looks at my stomach and then gently placed her hand on it with a kind of facial expression i can't really put into words. But it was ever so gentle amd passionate. Then she lookS straight into my eyes. ,"Gloria's eyes," she says quietly. "I didn't expect that." "Everyone says I have her jaw," I say. "You have her jaw," she says. "But her eyes more. She had eyes that saw everything and didn't tell you what they'd seen." She pau

But God, she looked… strong. Not broken. Not even close. When she reached the front, she finally looked at me. Our eyes locked. And for the first time in years, something inside me actually flinched. Her gaze wasn’t scared or fragile or victimized. It was wildfire—volatile, burning, alive with fury and something deeper. I was stunned. I’d thought we’d shattered her. Crushed her. Left her traumatized and small. But somehow… somehow this woman looked stronger than I had ever seen her.

She reached the end, untied the cloth, and found Adaeze’s gaze waiting. “Good,” Adaeze said. One word, but it perched on Promise’s shoulder like a small bird she dared not startle. That night in Ajegunle, Promise ate stew Daniel had left warming and then opened her notebook. She smoothed the worn page, fingers brushing older entries like roots anchoring her. She wrote: Today the eyes judged. Some to guard their kingdoms. Some to wound. Some to teach. I will meet each gaze with the truth I have earned—no more, no less.

“Keep going.” Goddess, those eyes. I know that look; I’m in danger. If I survive him tonight, I want to know how his eyes can change like that. I swear I see a storm brewing in the normally serene blue. Lightning, clouds, a flicker of gold as Reign gnaws at the bars of his enclosure.