دانلود رمان انگلیسی “زنده باد ملکه کدو تنبل”

The evening skyline of Halloween Town is dotted with tiny pinholes of starlight, and across the town square, pumpkins glow a sinister copper orange. From Jack’s house atop Skull Hill, the town looks different— draped in long, fingerlike shadows. The air smells different, too, like black licorice and raven wings and a little like pumpkin jam, nothing like the foul stench of sodium chloride and rubbing alcohol that permeates Dr. Finkelstein’s lab, a place that was once my home—but also a prison. The memory of it churns inside me, entwined with a feeling of stark relief that I will never again sleep inside that cold observatory. Never lie awake, alone in a narrow, moth-eaten bed, staring through a tiny window up at Jack’s house in the distance, daydreaming of living within its walls someday. It feels like a fairy tale from one of those happily-ever-after books where the princess storms the castle, slays a goblin-dragon, and takes over the kingdom for herself. Except I am not golden-haired or fine-boned. I have no bones at all.