Above The Sky Book Novels & Stories

She informs Nicholas she’ll be back by sundown and continues running towards the opposite side of the garden, to the library. Instead of tending to Jean, here she was at an abandoned building, with bookshelves leaning like a fallen domino, and wallpapers burnt and one side of the library still burning. The ceiling had holes in it, and through it, Cerise can see how red the sky really was. It was as if the earth was covered with blood. Red moon. She had once recognized. She learned about it in one of her courses, proving to be more useful than she thought. “A red sky comes with a red moon, and a red moon indicates a transfer of power”

She looked at the book, and then she looked at the sky. ​The sun was beautiful. But in the very center of the sun, there was a tiny, dark spot. A spot shaped like a keyhole. ​"Dante," June whispered. "What happens if the dream is not over? What happens if the dream is only the first ingredient?"

Caleb The sky above us is the most extraordinary thing I have ever seen. Not blue exactly. Not any single color. It shifts between shades that do not have names, moving the way the surface of water moves when light hits it from an angle, and I can look directly at it without it hurting my eyes. That is the strangest part. There is no squinting, no burning, no need to look away. Just this vast brilliant canopy above us that seems to go on forever and somehow feels like it is only for us.

There were no more lies or betrayals around me, only loyal subordinates and like-minded friends. My phone chimed again. This time, it was a message from my best friend. "Caitlyn, want to go to the newly opened world-renowned restaurant tonight? I heard the head chef is super handsome!" I looked out the window at the azure sky. A silver-white airplane flew across the horizon, leaving a beautiful arc in its wake. I smiled and replied, "Let's go."

Including Skye. Afterward, she and River sat on the rooftop under the stars, a blanket around their shoulders. “I think we’re making a dent,” Skye whispered. River looked out at the Harlem skyline. “You’re making a door.” The next morning, a letter arrived. Skye found it in the mailbox—handwritten, no return address, sealed with a pressed flower. She opened it carefully. Dear Skye, I don’t know you. But I read your book. And because of you, I finally said it out loud. What happened.

Samuel looked up at the sky with lingering fear, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse. "What is this?" Samuel suddenly realized that there was a stone tablet next to the pit, not big, about twenty centimeters tall. There was a very strange but elegant word written on it, “Heavenly Book World.” "Velocisaurus, are you still alive? If you don't die, tell me, what is Heavenly Book World?" Looking at the stone tablet, Samuel frowned slightly. "Is there any word on it?" Velocisaurus asked weakly. "Yes!"

Teacher Kira said. “What do you mean about your ‘will’ lingering in this book?” Smiling, she spread her arms, and the void, inexplicable space we stood silently on, began to take shape. Firstly, I noticed, underneath our feet, some green, healthy grass blades began to spread about us. The sky began to take form, and raising my head, I could spot a few overhead birds, and several dozens of aerial spirit beasts. A grand building stood before us which was so majestic that I could keel over by just its grandeur. Catching full grasps over what this was, I began to choke of words.

“Now I think that this is Mama. Look! Her clothes are also similar to Mama's clothes. Mama has lots of plaid shirts like this. If it's not green, it's dull yellow, brown, or black.” After a few blinks, Sky spoke again, "Uncle, can I borrow this journal? I want to learn about every trip your wife has ever taken. It looks like it's very exciting and fun. I promise to take good care of this book. I'll return it tomorrow morning. Now, we should have dinner.” "You promise to take good care of this book?" Edmund stroked Sky's hair. "Yeah, I promise." Sky nodded firmly while hugging the book with both hands. Her legs swayed over the edge of the bed.

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

[Eleanora] The peaked ceilings of the Aerie in Skyfall seem to fade into the sky they are so impossibly tall, the spires reaching beyond the clouds. It has the airy loftiness often seen in the structures designed for the children of the air and is a fitting place to hatch the future kings of Luxandra. And I find it pleasant, watching the birds and dragons fly past my windows. It makes dealing with all the ugliness of today much easier.