Novel & Cerita Through The Looking Glass Characters

Sighing and again getting up from his rocking chair, the middle aged man returned to the glass which showed the preserved girl figure "I hope Alice survives, I hope she won't end up like you again! And if she remembers what she forgot, I can bring you back to our kingdom!" The figure of the middle-aged man closed his eyes when he felt the figure in the glass still have a heartbeat. Even though it's been in the glass tube for a long time. The figure touched his chest, then chose to leave. Leaving the room and the figure of a well-built man watching the middle-aged figure from afar. The figure also disappeared and chose to continue to watch.

"It's there." We moved through the streets like ghosts. The glass buildings reflected our images, but they were distorted. In the glass, I didn't see a girl in a shadow-fur cloak; I saw a creature of pure silver and violet light, her eyes twin voids of ancient power. My Mates, too, looked different in the reflections—Thane was a towering shadow-knight, Kaelen a weaver of green ley-lines, and Jace a flickering blade of wind. Suddenly, the reflections stepped out of the glass.

Tawny had already told me everything, but hearing from her mouth, was so much more heart-wrenching. “I would like to meet these children,” Mathias says once she has told what Silas and Orion were looking for. “First, I wouldn’t mind taking a look at this gateway, as you call it.” “Look at the details on this frame!” I gulp, catching my breath as my eyes land on the mirror. “You say it’s a gateway?” I ask Althea, studying the details and carvings of animals and humans on the metal frame that spirals and twists around the edges of the frosted looking glass. “Too where?”

Her smile crinkled at the edges, the way people’s mouths did when they’d cried over something once and lived long enough to laugh about it. On the left, a few steps down the passage, another mirror resolved into a sharper version. Me again. But this time in a sharp suit and high heels, standing in a glass‑walled office, banks of screens behind me. On the displays: worlds I recognized. The castle. The city. The carnival. Characters moving through them like game pieces while I watched with flat, assessing eyes. My lips moved. Smiling. Approving. Pulling strings. A Game‑master.

Her face stared back at her, with cracks forming across her cheek. She touched it. Nothing was there. But the reflection kept bleeding. Behind her, Vincent’s footsteps echoed. “Run all you want, queen,” he called. “The house remembers. The glass watches.” She turned into a passage she hadn’t seen before. Only candles lit it. The walls narrowed and narrowed. Until she had to turn sideways to keep going. Then the hallway opened into a round room. The walls were mirrors. But not reflections. They were windows. Behind the glass—women.

I didn't know what it was but the way the person was reading the book seemed important. Suddenly the woman looked at me but she was not actually looking at me.She was looking through me at what was behind me.Her face was blurry. I looked over my shoulder and saw the door of the room was open. The woman walked through me. I looked down at myself then back at the door . The woman was not there anymore. I went out of the room. Outside there was a vese shattered on the floor and the stool was laying on the floor. No one was there on that floor.