A Passage In A Book Novels & Stories

She had the novel on the side table. The copy Elian had sent her — printed and bound by her own hand, the way she did things she considered worth the effort. The pages had the specific quality of a book that had been read: the slight softening of the spine, the margin of a page turned down at a place that mattered. "You marked a page," Elian said. "The recognition passage," she said. "I marked it so I could find it again." "Can I see?" Elian said. She handed him the novel. He opened to the marked page and read the passage — the one he'd found in the revision, the one about the character watching the person he loved and the recognition being the love.

The physical symptoms, I recognised all of them, had lived most of them. And then, near the end of the chapter, a section heading. De Dissolution Vinculi. On the dissolution of the bond. I read it once quickly, the way I read things when I needed to know if they contained what I was looking for before I committed to the full attention. They did. I read it again. Slowly. Every word. Then I set the book flat on the table, pressed both palms against the stone surface, and sat back. The lamp flickered.

I bypassed dozens of detailed sketches showing claws and muscle fibers until I reached a section marked with a faded red ribbon. The ancient book fell open naturally to the bookmarked pages, and the bold, handwritten ink at the top of the parchment caught my immediate attention. "I found a specific chapter near the end of the book," I told Connor, leaning my elbows on the wooden podium to read the faded script. "Just take the damn pictures, Jaslyn!" Connor yelled through the small speaker, the sudden noise making me jump. "Stop yelling at me, because I need to read this," I snapped back to quiet his panic.

~Faye “Who in the world is Tayten?” I question, fingers brushing over the words on the page. Cal gently takes the book from my hand, placing it on his lap to look at. The book looks old, but preserved. My mind spins at all the possibilities this could lead to, however, my mind is stuck on what the book actually is. There are no words in the entire book aside from this one passage. As if he could read my mind, Cal spoke. “I think this is used to communicate.”

I moved closer to one of the bookshelves where the breeze was stronger. “Something is behind this shelf” I muttered to myself, pressing my hand against the wood, searching for any sign of a hidden mechanism. I pressed against a particular worn book and with a soft click, the shelf gave way, swinging open, revealing a narrow passageway that was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb.

I watched as the book absorbed the blood leaving no stains or traces of any blood. “No way!” I watched in amazement as the book glowed and words began to appear on the pages of the book. As the words completely appeared, I began reading the content on the pages. It was more of a history book than anything else. There was something inside here about a prophecy, but what caught my attention is the name of the person being mention the most. Adelina Illezra. Huh?

I stared at the shelf for a while before finally making my decision. "I will check all the books one time, and if it doesn't work, I'll go to bed," I told myself, reaching for the first thick volume standing in the middle row. I emptied the middle shelf and reached for the higher one, but then I saw something carved into the wooden board. It looked like a button. My heart started to pound erratically. Had I truly found a secret passage? If so, where would it lead me? I extended my trembling hand and pressed the button. I heard a click and then saw a small crack forming behind the shelf. "Oh, God… That really is a passage," I murmured.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

It felt like, it was deliberately arranged. I walked closer to the bookshelf. I pushed gently against the wood with my fingertips grazing the edges. It didn't budge. One of the them slanted strangely, as though it had been nudged ahead a little. So I grasped it. I pulled it. And then the shelf clicked. A breath got trapped in my throat. Staring at the book shelf as it shifted back. Revealing a small secret passageway, flanked by shadows and stone. What's in the lord's name is....

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.