World Without End Follett Novel Novels & Stories

arc, skipping the "Death of the Fleet." ​It stopped at Chapter 400. ​"The ending," Nora whispered. ​But as they looked out the viewport, there was no "Final Battle." There was no "Great Synthesis." ​There was only a Single, Glowing White Page that stretched across the entire universe. And sitting in the middle of that white page, waiting for them, was a Cradle. ​Inside the cradle was a baby with silver hair and one amber eye, holding a tiny, wooden flute.

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

I don't watch their reactions. We are in our own world. Our own universe. No one can possess it. No one can shatter it. This moment belongs to us. [THE END...] [End of Book 1]

"You overrate my capacity of love. I don't possess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me." by, Thomas Hardy "GET OUT," Alice screamed then stared out of the window. Her right hand started to tremble. She stops it by placing her left hand on top of it. Oliver nodded and climbed out. Alice watched Khan taking two steps at a time as he sprinted down the steps towards her car. He climbed into the driver's seat and sped off.

PART ZERO FORTY-EIGHT Not all worlds end in a crash of buildings and airplanes, in smoke and ruins and meteor showers. Some worlds come apart one humiliating crack at a time. And no matter how hard you fight, nothing can stop it. So, at the almost-end, you’re left helpless, more exhausted than you’ve ever been, questioning how it came to this. These thoughts tightened the knot in Adrian Bonner’s stomach. Some things he didn’t want answered. He studied his reflection in the blank computer screen instead, and the sigh that followed came with an almost resigned expectancy. This was his new normal.

I crouched down and pressed my hand flat against the ground. The first winter after the end of the world was the coldest one I could remember. Later, Elliot told me that Rhett had sat at that same intersection all night. They found him there the next morning, frozen, his arms curved in the shape of someone carrying a child. I laughed at that, a short, humorless sound, and said nothing. When I looked up at Elliot, the snow was coming down harder. It covered everything quickly, blanketing the ground in white, burying the past the way snow always does.

And something enormous beyond even the Endwalker moved within the outer dark. The Endwalker slowly turned upward. For the first time— Its empty expression disappeared completely. Replaced by recognition. Then quietly— “So it followed me here.” And the entire universe seemed to tremble.

He simply walked to us and offered his hand. Chapter 93 was finished. The war for the universe was over. The design was a void. And as the sun rose over the silent, healing city of Moscow, I realized that the "Far Side of Silence" wasn't a place at the edge of the galaxy. It was the beginning of a life that belonged to us.

I am certain that the shock I felt was written on my face, even as a horse. Hades! The first car, which I conclude is Rio’s, is the biggest car I’ve seen in my life! And Haera’s, who is a lot smaller than his, is still big enough compared to those we are using at Audravaria. Aside from that, these cars look so odd. I already learned about these on the book I was reading about Earth—I’ve quite read a lot about this world, after all—but it’s still strange to see their actual look.

Sophie pulled me by the hand and practically dragged me to the bar, and, damn it, with every piece of the place I saw, I fell more in love with its decoration and structure. I took another glass of the tasty green drink and joined the group where Sophie, Adrian and some other people were meeting. ** The ambient sound increased as the projected lighting gradually dimmed, giving the place an intimate and mysterious air. My allotment of drinks was extended without my noticing, being an escape valve due to the unfamiliar topic of the small circle. International travel and five-star hotels were unfortunately not part of my two-star reality. Quietly, I listened to everyone's accounts of the conver