Wide Sargasso Sea Audiobook Novels & Stories

Oddly enough, amid my irritation, I felt like the main character in some classic novel, stranded at sea with an unreliable man who, despite everything, was still ridiculously charming. "I tried calling," Hugo finally said, raising his phone. "But it seems the signal has gone swimming with the dolphins." I hissed under my breath, looking at my own screen. No Signal. "Perfect. Like a horror movie, but with an unreasonably beautiful backdrop," I grumbled, staring up at the flawless blue sky. "Are we going to starve out here?" I asked dramatically. "If we do, we can leave our final message on the life preserver," Hugo replied lightly.

It was only five short, trembling, pain-fuelled steps, but it felt like I had run a marathon and I was light-headed. I clung to the frame of the bed, steadying myself and catching my breath for a moment before pulling myself upright and reaching for the shelf for stability. My eyes scanned the spines. A bible, obviously, made sense and I had predicted as much. The English Pilot, Fourth Book, Treatise of the Sphere and of the Art of Navigation, A Mariner’s Guide to the Coasts of the Spanish Main, De Iure Praedae, and something that looked totally out of place, Clarissa’s Folly: Or, The Wager of Hearts. There were also a number of books that were blank on the spines, which was interesting.

“I know.” “Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere.” I let her go and watched her walk to Walker. “Hey. Mind if I join you?” Walker chuckled. “I’d say it’s a free country, but I didn’t even know where we are.” “Sebastien has a lot of properties throughout the globe. So Zarah moved a part of his castle to one of his properties near the ocean. And it looks like we’re in Hawaii.” “Hawaii?” Walker sounded surprised. “Wow.”

The black tattoo scrawled along her arm pulsed with steady, rhythmic light. "The human body is better than I remembered," Margaret said, ignoring her daughter’s question. She moved to the small window. Outside, the sea had gone strangely still. No waves. No wind. The ocean just sat there like it was waiting for something. "Even the sea knows its master has returned." The Auditor cradled his ruined wrist, sweat soaking his face. "You’re a parasite, Margaret. You’re killing your own granddaughter. You’ll use up her life and her heart will stop soon."

862 A.D . . . The heat from the scorching sun burned the surface of the ocean’s waters, sending heat from every direction and it sizzled the skin of both Hannah and Garin as their ship floated across the still water in the middle of the ocean. It had been an entire week since they set sail off the Island and in all that time, they were yet to find refuge or a new place to settle. It was almost like all the land in the world didn’t exist anymore as all they could see on the horizon was an endless body of water.

Claudia watched everything impatiently with her arms crossed. The moment the water was poured into my mouth, I stopped resisting, for the medicine had already slid into my stomach. I could feel the coldness of the water as it traveled down my throat, but at the same time, I felt a sharp, burning pain on my neck. As I lay on the bed, the world before my eyes grew dark and hazy, like a veil had been draped over it. My consciousness started to fade. I had no idea how much time had passed before a wave of searing pain swept through my entire body. I felt something restraining me, and there was something stuffed in my mouth.

glowed with a steady, sapphire light. "And?" Audrey asked. "The Sea of Salt’s End isn't a cliff, Mother. It’s a bridge," Mara said, handing over a roll of new, high-density parchment. "There are islands. Not made of glass or ice, but of living wood. They have their own resonance. They call it 'The Pulse'."

The Boat Returns Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody even blinked. The boat was moving. Toward them. Slowly. Steadily. Against the storm. Against the waves. Against everything that should have stopped it. God. That wasn't possible. Fair. Not even close. Reasonable honestly. Then the foghorn echoed again. BWOOOOOOOM. The sound rolled across the ocean. Deep. Ancient. Unnatural. Then Peanut buried her face against Lily's side.

Estrella I cling to the side of The Lady Suniva, listening to the birds’ jagged calls and the rhythmic thud, thud, thud of the various ropes and riggings against the wood of the boat itself on the final day of our journey home. On the ride over, I was horrifically seasick. The waves are so much larger than those in the placid pond Tess and I sometimes row around on. This time, though, the sea doesn’t touch me.

Havermouth, Present Time The Sirens’ song held Sigrid frozen in fascination as they focused their power on Leighton. She had not realized just how beautiful a sound could be. It seemed to reach into her very soul, to every fiber of her being. She could almost see the sound, the sparkle of sun on pure azure water, the dart of silver-scaled fish through the darkness, the blossoming of vividly bright ocean flowers. Tears gathered in her eyes, and she reached out gripping on to Greg and Dan’s forearms, wanting to share the elation of the experience with them.