The Awakening is a paranormal tale of romance and suspense. Night is coming, and if Emily hopes to survive the dark, she needs to find the strength hidden deep within her.
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Verified Purchase. Enjoy the storyline, this is a good continuation of the first one that I picked up for free. Unfortunately these are just too short to justify spending even the price I paid on it considering all the other options out for Kindle. If the author combined about of these into one purchase then I would happily keep reading, but for something that takes me all of 15 minutes to read can't justify the price. Overall the story is pretty well written and the editing isn't bad either.
One person found this helpful. I definitely wanna read the sequel to this. I am so anxious to know how it all ends. This was a very good book. Watch out! Not worth the money! Go to Amazon. Feedback If you need help or have a question for Customer Service, contact us. Kneeling down and plunging his face into the bed, little Jon hurried up, under his breath, opening one eye now and then, to see her standing perfectly still with a smile on her face.
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Once in bed, he continued to hold her hand. He felt her lips on his forehead, heard her footsteps; opened his eyes to see her gliding through the doorway, and, sighing, screwed them up again. For some ten minutes of it he tried loyally to sleep, counting a great number of thistles in a row, "Da's" old recipe for bringing slumber.
He seemed to have been hours counting.
It must, he thought, be nearly time for her to come up now. He threw the bedclothes back. Why didn't she come? He got out of bed, went to the window and pulled the curtain a slice aside. It wasn't dark, but he couldn't tell whether because of daylight or the moon, which was very big. It had a funny, wicked face, as if laughing at him, and he did not want to look at it. Then, remembering that his mother had said moonlit nights were beautiful, he continued to stare out in a general way.
The trees threw thick shadows, the lawn looked like spilt milk, and a long, long way he could see; oh!
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There was a lovely smell, too, in his open window. After that rhyme, which came into his head all at once, he became conscious of music, very soft-lovely! He bethought himself of a macaroon he had, laid up in his chest of drawers, and, getting it, came back to the window. He leaned out, now munching, now holding his jaws to hear the music better. A cockchafer buzzed by, a moth flew in his face, the music stopped, and little Jon drew his head in. She must be coming! He didn't want to be found awake. He got back into bed and pulled the clothes nearly over his head; but he had left a streak of moonlight coming in.
It fell across the floor, near the foot of the bed, and he watched it moving ever so slowly towards him, as if it were alive. The music began again, but he could only just hear it now; sleepy music, pretty-- sleepy--music--sleepy--slee And time slipped by, the music rose, fell, ceased; the moonbeam crept towards his face. Little Jon turned in his sleep till he lay on his back, with one brown fist still grasping the bedclothes. The corners of his eyes twitched--he had begun to dream. He dreamed he was drinking milk out of a pan that was the moon, opposite a great black cat which watched him with a funny smile like his father's.
He heard it whisper: He whimpered in his sleep. The bed had begun to go round too; it was outside him and inside him; going round and round, and getting fiery, and Mother Lee out of Cast up by the Sea was stirring it! There was his mother, with her hair like Guinevere's, and, clutching her, he buried his face in it. I was waiting for you--I nearly thought it was to-morrow. Taking her hand, he had begun dragging her towards the door. He shut it as they passed, with a sigh of relief.
Wasting no time, giving her no chance to change her mind, little Jon got into the bed, which seemed much softer than his own. He heaved another sigh, screwed his head into the pillow and lay examining the battle of chariots and swords and spears which always went on outside blankets, where the little hairs stood up against the light. It all seemed very long. You'll only have to unplait it again to-morrow.
I'm sleepy now; if you don't come, I shan't be sleepy soon. His mother stood up white and flowey before the winged mirror: It was unnecessary, and he said:. Little Jon closed his eyes. Everything was turning out most satisfactory, only she must hurry up! He felt the bed shake, she was getting in. And, still with his eyes closed, he said sleepily: He heard her voice say something, felt her lips touching his nose, and, snuggling up beside her who lay awake and loved him with her thoughts, he fell into the dreamless sleep, which rounded off his past.
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Awakening Through the massive skylight illuminating the hall at Robin Hill, the July sunlight at five o'clock fell just where the broad stairway turned; and in that radiant streak little Jon Forsyte stood, blue- linen-suited. The Man of Property Preface.
Part I Chapter I. Part I Chapter II. Old Jolyon Goes to the Opera. Part I Chapter IV. Projection of the House. Part I Chapter V.