Lost Symbol 2
... He is safe, and far from the brotherhood.
He, will never be found.
He is safe, and far from the brotherhood.
He, will never be found.
Preface: The two friends had just finished working out at their local YMCA. Through casual conversation, the fact gets presented to them that they had both recently read Tthe Lost Symbol By Dan Brown, they start talking on their way out.
Dwight: After reading the book, one fact seems to puzzle me about the intentions of the book, it has to do with the tell-all video that Mal'akh shot.
... out of his underwear and waves it in the man’s direction, I snatch it away. “OK, I don’t like …
out of his underwear and waves it in the man’s direction, I snatch it away. “OK, I don’t like this,” the man says and pulls out a cell phone. “Yes, police, please.”
Panic time. I grab the kid and sprint towards the truck. This is not happening. “I’ve got your plates, mister!” The man starts listing off the truck’s license plate. That’s it, change of plan. I drop the kid in the street and sprint the last ten feet to the truck. The engine’s running and I’m hitting the gas pedal before the door’s even closed. Damn it, the freeway’s in the other direction. I swing around and floor it, narrowly missing the kid still laying in the street. The stop signs can go to hell now, I have a feeling I’m in slightly more trouble than a traffic violation. Where the hell am I gonna go. Doesn’t matter, it’s not anywhere near here. I pick up speed and head towards the town line, leaving chaos and consequences behind me.
Lost Symbol 2
... Todd Shaw
Location: Mr. Shaw's Room
... Lost Symbol by Ian Edgecomb
Location: Mr. Shaw's Room
They hid it away long ago,
Katherine was already in a state of shock and terror. She shivered as if she was freezing, but the intense heat she felt on her skin from the lights above her was almost burning. Between the destruction of her precious lab containing all of her knowledge of noetic science along with the abduction of her brother Peter and the subsequent amputation of his arm, Katherine was as good as spent. She hung her head and attempted to shake the daze she was in. The huge tattooed man had bound her to the chair in which she was now sitting, facing the directly into the center of the small basement room. Katherine seemed to sense someone approaching; muffled footsteps and labored breathing could be heard from beyond the closed door. Then he entered; the man’s body was as much a piece of art as any painting Katherine had ever seen, and over his shoulder hung the limp body of her friend, Professor Robert Langdon. The man set Langdon on the cold ground with one last strained exhale of breath. Then they waited. In the painful silence it seemed like years before Landon came around. Their captor seemed to be in a meditative state, as if he were preparing himself for an emotionally challenging task. If this man was capable of everything he had done so far, Katherine thought, his conscious must be so far gone that anything else me may have been planning wouldn’t be difficult at all.
What happened next was new to Katherine. The evil she witnessed was at such a level that she had never been able to conceive before. Having finally noticed Langdon’s consciousness after being startled out of his trance by Katherine’s voice, the tattooed man once again approached Langdon. This time he swung his arms under Langdon’s body and lurched him into a dark steel box laying on the ground in the back of the room. Robert would later describe his experience in this water-tight tank as one of both birth and death. But witnessing the drowning of her friend first hand was as much torture to Katherine as it was to the victim himself.
... Percy: Ok. Shall we continue our discussion again tomorrow?
Odin: Sure. Same time, same place…
Percy: Ok. Shall we continue our discussion again tomorrow?
Odin: Sure. Same time, same place.
Fathers point of view from the beginning
It was around twelve a.m. when I heard the screaming. I rolled over on my side and listened closely. I knew it wasn’t my son, Christopher, because it was a woman. It must be our crazy neighbors. They’re always having parties and causing rucks in the neighborhood. Or maybe it was Mrs. Shears. Mr. Shears could’ve come to town to talk to her and they’re having it out in the front yard. It isn’t my problem anymore, and its too late to care. As long as Christopher is safe, they can make all the noise they want. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep.
... As I said before, Christopher’s father was the patient parent between the two of us. He knew h…
As I said before, Christopher’s father was the patient parent between the two of us. He knew how to keep his cool in tough situations, but most of all he just understood our son a bit better than I did. I knew our marriage was going downhill long before I made it apparent to my husband. After a long hard day of work, both at the office and at home, the thing I needed most was to feel loved and adored by Ed. However, when I came home at the end of the day, that was the last thing I ever felt from him. This is the point when my life began to unravel.
- Catie O'Toole
233. I was trying to resolve a puzzle in the living room, but mother was arguing with Mr. Shears. They were very loud, so I went to my room and I started listing all the capitals of the world starting from South America. This took me 9673 seconds, and it helped me fill my head so that I couldn't feel any other sort of hurt, like the hurt in my chest. I was interrupted when mother came in the room. She had a big mark on her left eye, it looked like she had just stop crying. She looked at me and said “You know Christopher that I love you, right?”, and I, with no hesitation answered “of course!”. She then continued: “Well I talked with Mr. Shears and we decided that the best thing for you right now is to stay with your father, at least until Mr. Shears and I can figure things out and decide whether or not it is a good idea for you to stay here. London is a very big city, with a lot of noise and a lot of people, you don't like to be in a place where it is too crowded, correct?” I said “No but...” “no buts!” She said, “We have decided, first thing tomorrow morning, I'm taking you to the train station and putting you on the first train that goes home”. I then started screaming as loud as I could, the entire neighborhood heard me, some people started shouting from their windows to keep quiet, but I didn't care. She tried to shut me up but she couldn't, so she just left the room. After a couple of hours I stopped screaming and crying, I was exhausted. I then went to bed, but I couldn't fall a sleep, so I kept thinking of all the possibilities and I started listing them with prime numbers:
2. accept the fact that I had to go home
Art of Racing in the Rain
... I know Denny. I hope you drive fast in heaven.
His body goes limp. I lay down beside him and …
I know Denny. I hope you drive fast in heaven.
His body goes limp. I lay down beside him and nuzzle his hand. It is cold. For the first and final time in my life, I realized that I truly loved Denny, and Eve, and Zöe. I wait until the ambulance comes. Denny is gone.
... “No let me stay! I’ve managed a shutout this whole game. Let me finish it,” Liesel’s timid voi…
“No let me stay! I’ve managed a shutout this whole game. Let me finish it,” Liesel’s timid voice piped up. “But they haven’t had any direct shots yet and Rudy has a killer foot,” the boy added.
“No, no, let her stay,” I said smiling. Liesel’s little body stood guarding the massive space between two trash cans. The mere size of her gave me the confidence alone that I needed to score. I meticulously placed the ball on the mud and backed up a few steps. Everyone was silent, including Liesel, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t breathing. Muddy footprints lead the way from my foot to the goal. No one moved as I wound up and and took the shot, but to no avail. I watched my rocket shot smash into Liesel’s pointy elbow and launch into the other direction. My face got really hot and all my anger went right to my hands. It took all of five seconds to launch a muddy snowball directly at Liesel’s dainty face. “How do you like that?” I smirked. Then I made a run for it. After all, I felt bad. If hitting girls wasn’t allowed, then what made throwing stuff at them any better? I dwelled on my actions for the rest of the day. From that moment on I treated Liesel like a good gentlemen should. We became best friends. It’s funny how certain events begin friendships. This one was going to last me the rest of my life.