Sean Crisden - Audiobook

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Sean Kristen Freeman. A novel. He held her back from him so he could get a look. Ain't dead, he said. Ain't nearly dead and eight passed a day. I didn't think about you. He leaned forward to close the distance between them with a kiss. She stopped him with a hand on his chest and turned away from the questions that pulled in his eyes. And what's wrong? I thought he was dead, Ben. It was an accusation now, and it made her voice tremble. But I ain't dead. I can see that, she said. Oh Lord, I can't. She called her tears and her hands took a definitive step back from him. He reached for her. She flinched from his touch. I ain't dead, he said. Again. She lifted her eyes. You might as well be, she said. The accusations sharper now, her eyes glittering like wet stones. For seven years, you might as well then, Dad, you can't stay away for seven years, then come back and expect everything gonna be just like you left it. Time. Move on, men. Time! Move on, Hannah. What you mean? But that was when the door opened and a man appeared on the steps. He was tall, thick in the chest, had skin the color of crows, feathers and wore overalls with no shirt. Anna was going on out here. Who? This? She looked back at him helplessly as a drowning woman looks at a far shore. Then Shen came up a primal challenge. I'm her husband. That's who I am. Who the **** are you? The big man stepped down his giant hands fisted the devil, you say, and a pressed her hand into the other man's large chest. He stopped advancing, but his eyes never left. Ben's Henry, she pleaded. It's alright, sugar. It's all right. He just don't understand is all. He just don't know. Understand what? Then screamed it with a rawness of pain. Sam pulled it him with his one good hand. Ben, he said, Come with me. His friend shoved him off with surprising violence. Understand what? The power of passive investing more wealth with less work? Did you ever buy something because you thought it was a superior product, only to be disappointed with the results? That's the problem with most mutual funds. They don't deliver on their promise. Investors buy mutual funds in most cases because they believe the fund manager will earn superior returns over a market average. But that's not what typically happens. Most funds that try to beat the market underperform the market some by a wide amount. Investor hope fades quickly as the reality of mediocre results roll in. Then they search for new funds, finding new hope and fail again. This vicious cycle has been happening in the mutual fund industry for almost a century. The house across the way he sprang to his feet. The urge to get moving was not just in urge. Now it was an irresistible compulsion. He flew across the granite apron and down the sheer side of the hill with astounding speed and agility. He couldn't analyse his exact method of locomotion more than anything else. It was like those dreams in which he would float a few inches above the ground, whisked from place to place by some force not entirely dependent on his own will. This analogy reassured him. This was a dream. It was true that his senses had never functioned with such tingling vividness, nor had his body worked with such speed and power in any dream or in waking life, either. But that was the point. He was dreaming. He slithered among the shadows of the underbrush on his belly. Two of the creatures clumped past him. Tall, pale on belongs with grotesquely tiny mounds, flat faces and round, protruding eyes. He hadn't remembered them as being so tall, but that had something to do with his marvelous new way of getting around. When he stood up, his eyes were on a convenient level with their soft bellies or vulnerable groins. He flew to one of their fetid Warren's and whipped through a crack in the door. He knew that two of their females, plump and smooth and weak or alone in the building. The rest of the creatures were gathered in another place to gorge themselves on their bland food. He shot up the stairs to the door of the occupied room. It stood ajar. Inside, he heard the sound of running water with their blind eyes, stinking mouth clogged nostrils, pasty bodies sprayed and swath in disgusting substances. They sickened him, But inside the filthy wrappings, he sensed for throbbing of the red nebulous of energy he lusted for love machine. Lois reached into her person came out with an aluminum tube that resembled an overly long and slender one cigar human door. I have a bad feeling about her, Marchionne's Lewis whispered on a breeze. She is not like anyone I have ever met, not pliant, like most mines. You don't know everything, Marquis Lois thought sharply, but I know more about the subtleties of human nature than you dio ignoring the reprimand. Lois address the lawyer. Grant asked me to give you this. Jenna looked at the tube for a moment, not reaching out. What is it? She asked. It contains the answer to your question. Jenna took the tube and turned it around in her hands. Where's the top? She asked an answer. Lois reached into her purse and grabbed an identical remote day describe that she had constructed with Marchionne's help. The effect was instantaneous. The next thing Jenna knew, she was sitting at a table in the center of a huge white room. The walls were so distant that they were hard to make out. The floor could have well been infinite and empty white space, and sitting across from her was no longer the small and arrogant Asian woman but a humongous black man wearing an oversized purple jogging suit. What happened? We are now of the mind. Jenna Herdez. Who are you? Margin Lewis Jenna looked closely at the man's face. It was similar to the photographs the prosecutor had submitted for evidence to the grand jury. You're dead, Yes, Lewis said. In the corporeal sense I have died. But my mind lives on in Lois Kim's and beyond that, in the vastness of the ever growing co mydd. Where is she? She's watching. When March and uttered these words, Lois became aware of herself, perceiving the White Room and its inhabitants. Sometimes in her mind, she found herself to be pure awareness without the distracting sense of self. What do you want? Jenna asked. There was a smirk on her face March and frowned and lowest felt for the first time. What margin had been saying? There was something different about Jenna. Something wrong