Angel of Water & Shadow by Tory Guyon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Tory Guyon
- Language: English
- Genre: Teen & Young Adult Romantic Mystery
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part of me wanted to stay submerged beneath the ocean’s rippling
surface forever. Under the melodic roll of the waves, it was easy to
forget the worst parts of life. Why I had run here.
The water pressed into my eardrums, a weighted, whirring silence that
thrummed with the beat of my heart. It flooded my mouth the second I
parted my lips, rushing out with the air bubbles as I screamed. Something
I’d wanted to do since noon that day—when my toes had caught on the
unaltered hem of my gown as I walked across the stage at graduation.
With my surfboard pressed beneath me, it was impossible to feel the
pangs of humiliation through the sparks of adrenaline. I was in my element,
and I trusted myself, trusted that my knees would press into the buoyancy
just enough to catapult me into a seamless carve.
Which they eventually did.
I burst through the water’s glossy surface, sucking down an inhale,
shaking bits of algae from my hair like it could also get rid of the image of
the hundreds of people staring at me when I’d fallen.
Well, here people still gawked—but that’s because I dove into monster
waves and surfed the biggest sets. Not because I full-on face-planted during
my high school’s biggest ceremony.
I unpinned the saggy bun at the nape of my neck, the drenched, goldenbrown tresses falling past my shoulders. Releasing a drawn-out exhale, I
headed for the horizon, revived by every stroke of cold water as if I were
being reborn.
Salt caked my cheeks, stinging the raw skin under my eyes. Wiping
them was pointless. The tears burned but not as badly as my arms—those
had the pleasure of paddling me two hundred yards and fighting off the
slimy strings of kelp. When I reached the lineup, the moisture enveloping
me like a thick blanket, a ghost of a smile touched my lips.
I was home.
And on days like today, when the parents, teachers, and fellow
graduates’ gasps merged with the voices woven together by my mind—the
invisible ones, the ones that no one else but me heard—I gasped for breath
and fought against the current because I needed this. I needed to fly without
wings, needed the silence to speak louder than my thoughts, needed my
instincts to beat faster than my heart.
So…I may have paddled out farther than necessary.
Popped up on my board one too many times.
Surfed longer than I meant to, preferring the sounds of the sea far more
than the voices waiting to strike once my pruny feet met dry land.
When I finally staggered up the staircase carved into the bluff, my
muscles melting into that addictive post-surf soreness, everything hit me all
at once. My shitty morning, the weakness in my legs, the voices I’d been
avoiding. As if their unbodied presence leaned against the iron railing with
the other onlookers taking in the Pacific Ocean’s force, and those that rode
it—but they didn’t.
Unlike human speech, theirs didn’t have an obvious source. Or at least
one I could locate.
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