Their Eyes Were Watching God Novels & Stories

"The person is more than the frequency suggested. Which is saying something. Because the frequency suggested a great deal." I held her gaze. The gold eyes. Mine in hers. Something arriving in my chest that didn't have a name but occupied the specific space that the word should have gone in. "Mama," I said. "Yes," she said. "Thank you," I said. "For waiting." She held my gaze. The gold eyes — carrying the eight years of it, the specific consciousness of someone who had been patient because patience was what the moment required and who had found, in the patience, the particular understanding of what waiting for someone you loved actually cost.

His eyes had gone very wide and were locked on something just above my own eyes, in a place I had not been able to see for myself yet. He was looking at my eyes. He was looking at my eyes because my eyes were not the color they had been a minute ago. He went still. I went still. The yard was very quiet. Across the yard, by the low stone wall, a third person was standing. She had not been there when I had walked in. She was a small old woman in a grey apron with one hand at her throat, and her face in the lantern light was the face of a woman who had just seen something she had been told, all her life, she would not see again.

Gu explained this to them. Everyone gawk at her explanation but Georgia was also amazed. Clap. Clap. Clap. Georgia praised her. "Now, let me add." Georgia takes its eyes off from Gu. "I also want to discuss something with all of you. This is all about the Game. The Game of that God!" Georgia said. "Did you receive the message from God already." Georgia asked. "Hmmm..." The rest of them nodded. "I don't know if we are watched by that God or not. But I think he was. Jin and Lewis were his. The two of them were like his eyes and so ours. We used his contacts." Georgia said to them. It was a good point also.

Everything I'd built about her since I rode in told me I'd find her sick with it, that we'd hold the same horror across the steam, the two southerners who didn't belong. Oh was I wrong. She didn’t look sick with it. She watched the flat water where her husband had gone under with her hands folded in front of her, her face composed and steady, nothing on it at all. No flinch. No swallow. She watched the old man hold the man she'd married under boiling water with the plain patience of someone watching a thing she'd seen before and accepted, a thing that was hers now. Whatever the omega had been that I'd known in the South, she was gone. I had badly mistaken who I climbed this mountain to barga

From her black eyes, an angry black eagle was shouting with its wings spread. While I did not understand what he was trying to do, his words cuffed the wrist of the love that rose from my heart. After what I heard, I gathered all my strength and will and got rid of them and turned back. I pushed Edim by the chest, so strong and invincible I couldn't move him an inch. The eyes were the mirror of reality, weren't they? I looked for the truth, and this time I saw nothing but two completely black eyes, a pair of tunnels with no end.

My grip tightened around the cigarette. The paper crumpled beneath my fingers. The little girl smiled at her mother. Actually smiled. Like she believed her. Like she trusted the woman standing in front of her. A woman who had already sold her. The sight made my jaw lock. I've killed men for less. Annie hugged her mother before climbing into the taxi. I watched her wave goodbye through the side window before it shut close. Angelica waved back with a smile as the driver started the engine and pulled away from the curb.

Jane's Point of View ******* The silence was worse than the laughter. Far worse. The moment the woman spoke, every sound in the clearing vanished. The cracking earth. The screaming wind. The roar of silver fire. Even the creature emerging from beneath the prison seemed to pause. Listening. Waiting. My heart hammered so violently I could feel every beat through the bond. The woman stood motionless at the edge of the clearing. Watching me. Watching all of us. Her golden eyes reflected the silver fire burning across the shattered landscape, but they weren't focused on the destruction.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

Panicking, Lily quickly got up from her seat like thunder. Never minding the clump of crowd in front of her, Lily went through the moving people as her eyes locked to Georgia’s direction. Fortunately, she was closely watching her and didn’t allow herself to lose sight of that woman. God, it was so hot here! The sound was banging in her ears, and Georgia was still a little far!

Staring into her end, it almost seemed as if she welcomed it. *** Gold. The moment before impact, Harriet’s eyes shone in gold, and suddenly, she could see the battlefield again. BLAAAAAAAAAAST! BLARRR! *** Her sight did not return, no. But it was exchanged with someone else’s sight and point of view. ---- Note: