دانلود رمان انگلیسی “بسیار رازدار و پرشور”

The nightmare was always the same, lingering in the dawn light of the bedroom, terrifyingly real. She’d had the dream for as long as she could remember. It always began with the vivid sight of a huge black snake drifting among the ferns at the water’s edge. The snake stretched to its full length, displaying its new skin with glints of peacock-blue, and a blood-red belly that gleamed amidst the greenery. Its quivering forked tongue flicked in and out of its half-open mouth. The snake did not hiss. There was total silence. No bird calls, not even the flowing sound of the creek. And yet, in her dream, this place had a name: “the river of the singing waters.” The snake watched her out of its round eye. She watched it, too. Both of them utterly still. But she wasn’t afraid. She had no sense of danger. No fear of being bitten, anyway. Merely frozen by revulsion and hatred. Suddenly, fascination turned to chaos. A bearded man appeared, armed with a club. She thought he’d come to save her. That he was running to kill the snake. But she was the one he seized, crushing her against his body. She wanted to scream but no sound came out. She struggled. They fell, thrashing, amid the bracken.