The One Who Watches - Jillian Cline (motivational books for men txt) 📗
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happened so far I feel like I'm a bad book. Like I'm a twelve year old trying to write a book with bad grammar, bad beginnings and endings, bad plots. I'm ripped apart by things I know and things I don't. Soon finding myself examining a bark of a tree shatters my thoughts to broken glass. Closing my eyes sounds great right now.
The air is warm, hugging me with bis strong arms. A grassy smell waves through the air around me along with a fresh smell of honey suckle. Chirps of birds’ sound through the woods as do the loud roar of leaves that vibrate my eardrum. I was so lost in the rising a motion pounding through me I almost didn't hear the sound of a twig snapping. My body tensed at the sound, now aware of a human presents. "Never thought I see you again this soon." A voice called behind me. I grit my teeth for a moment before letting go. "I'm not in the mood to talk right now." I told him. I felt him getting closer. "No need to talk. All you need to do is listen." He was right behind me now, his body heat radiating off him. "I know what you are. It's not hard to figure out with a voice like yours. I know a lot about your kind, though I have to give you credit. You're the first one I ever met that didn't realize what I was." He was talking to me like I knew everything he was telling me.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no idea of what you're talking about." I told him. I could almost feel his eyes roll. "Come on and break the act. It is very clear that you're a Siren. I mean you're not hiding it at all." I blinked and turned on him at once. Like the last time I saw him he had no shirt, no shoes, hair braided and inner twined with feathers. "What in the world are you talking about?" I demanded, catching a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. "You being a Siren; the only creature that can sing beautifully and bent people at their will, or cause a disaster." I shook my head. "Raven, right? Well Raven, I'm no mythical creature that you think I am." A corner of his mouth tilted up. He leaned against a tree, his eyes dancing. "You have no idea what you are, do you?" He asked me, watching me closely; probably to catch my reaction. I walked away from him, brushing my fingers on a fully bloomed leaf. "If you say is true, then how would you know this?" I then turned to look at him fully.
He had a full smile on his face now. He spread his hands in a gesture at himself. "Because I'm a Enorum
The air is warm, hugging me with bis strong arms. A grassy smell waves through the air around me along with a fresh smell of honey suckle. Chirps of birds’ sound through the woods as do the loud roar of leaves that vibrate my eardrum. I was so lost in the rising a motion pounding through me I almost didn't hear the sound of a twig snapping. My body tensed at the sound, now aware of a human presents. "Never thought I see you again this soon." A voice called behind me. I grit my teeth for a moment before letting go. "I'm not in the mood to talk right now." I told him. I felt him getting closer. "No need to talk. All you need to do is listen." He was right behind me now, his body heat radiating off him. "I know what you are. It's not hard to figure out with a voice like yours. I know a lot about your kind, though I have to give you credit. You're the first one I ever met that didn't realize what I was." He was talking to me like I knew everything he was telling me.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no idea of what you're talking about." I told him. I could almost feel his eyes roll. "Come on and break the act. It is very clear that you're a Siren. I mean you're not hiding it at all." I blinked and turned on him at once. Like the last time I saw him he had no shirt, no shoes, hair braided and inner twined with feathers. "What in the world are you talking about?" I demanded, catching a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. "You being a Siren; the only creature that can sing beautifully and bent people at their will, or cause a disaster." I shook my head. "Raven, right? Well Raven, I'm no mythical creature that you think I am." A corner of his mouth tilted up. He leaned against a tree, his eyes dancing. "You have no idea what you are, do you?" He asked me, watching me closely; probably to catch my reaction. I walked away from him, brushing my fingers on a fully bloomed leaf. "If you say is true, then how would you know this?" I then turned to look at him fully.
He had a full smile on his face now. He spread his hands in a gesture at himself. "Because I'm a Enorum
, a shifter of flesh and blood. Plus I study creatures like me, or at least have the same blood like me, I can sent, see, hear, and taste things others cannot. I just cannot help having the beautiful sent of Poeurnfol
wafting off of you." My eyes swept over him not able to help myself.
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Publication Date: 10-31-2011
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