Tree Of Smoke Book Review 소설 & 이야기

His low chuckle slid down my spine like velvet. I turned to the sink. Desperate for something to do, I scrubbed the pot and pan I’d used with shaking hands. My shoulders stiffened when I felt him move behind me. His shadow blanketed me, his heat sinking into my skin as he leaned over, caging me between his arms and the sink. The smell of him, clean soap and smoke and something purely him, coiled around me. Then, lips brushed the curve of my neck. My knees nearly buckled.

I looked around at the fog coating the forest, and I told myself that was all it was… fog. Soon, my denial bled out, and clarity filled me. I saw it for real this time, the smoke that curled into the sky in thick, black plumes, heavy and churning. This wasn’t the soft gray of hearth fires or the pale drift of morning cookfires. This smoke was oily and wrong. The closer we got, the more you could smell the burning timber, the burning flesh. We were too late…

Trying to get as high as I could go to see my way back. No matter how high I climbed, though. The only thing I could see was the flames consuming the forest. Fire was crawling up the tree towards me. So that I couldn’t go back down. I was now stuck at the top of this tree. Surrounded by flames and smoke. My cloak can only protect me so much. Which is why I was finding it hard to breathe. It looks like my character might die here. Dying in a book I’m in is not new. It doesn’t really kill me.

Then, I draped it over the burning ground and began stomping on it in a bid to put the fire out. But that only seemed to anger the book as it sent a stream of heat from underneath that burnt the jacket to crisp. I took a step back just before the flames to get to me and watched with horror as the circle began to grow. Then, the fire rose, swirling in the air like a tornado. Smoke covered the entire place, burning my lungs, choking the air out of me. My eyes teared up and my vision blurred as I tried to make out my surroundings. Unable to breath, I collapsed to the ground, clutching my throat as I thought, this was it. This was how I was going to die–choked out by some demon-ass smoke from he

Fara growls. I sigh, my shoulders dropping. "I don't know," I say. Thick plumes of smoke curl into the sky, the acrid smell burns my nose and makes my eyes water. Small gray flecks fall around us, but I can't tell if it's snow or ash. "Do you see that?" Ash asks, pointing to the trees. My eyebrows furrow. "What?" "The smoke looks like it's moving." He's right. In the most damaged part of the forest, the smoke looks like it's weaving through the trees.

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

LILA’S POV The smoke from the camp’s smoldering ruins clung to the trees like a shroud, a harsh reminder of how close we’d come to losing everything. The air was thick with dust, burned wood, and the metallic tang of blood, and every inhale left a bitter taste in my mouth. I knelt among the scattered, trembling bodies of my mates, hands glowing faintly as I swept over wounds, whispered healing energy into broken bones and scorched skin.

If someone was there and it was really a survivor, it could count every hour. She got up again. And began to go down the slope towards the smoke. The further she ran, the denser the forest became again. The island was different here inside. Wilder. Trees with huge roots, which sounded like snakes over the ground. Thickness of ferns that you've reached to the hip. Insects hummed everywhere. The air was moist and heavy. Mara tried to keep the smoke in sight, but between the leaves he always disappeared. Once, she believed she was lost.

she asked with a wrinkle of her nose. It smelled weird, like something that belonged in a Twoleg dump as her mother had described them. "That is grass," Frost purred. "It doesn't smell bad, it just looks different because you have never seen grass." Smoke and her siblings looked at Frost as if she had grown wings. This whole idea of staying in a nest had sounded fun at first, but now Smoke wasn't sure. "Come on, we're going inside," Frost murmured.

He read silently, focusing on his breath as he began feeling suffocated from the dark smoke that was gradually filling the room that he was in. He knew it was getting difficult and it would go on as far as he went on to read but he had to go on. The room that was previously bright from the sunlight was now dark with the smog that kept on increasing. He shut his eyes and recited a few pages from his head before putting the book down. All the dark smoke surrounded the yellow tinge book and within a moment, it had all dissolved.