An Open Book Novels & Stories

I hope it holds what we need. Nate led us towards the library, opening the large dark oak doors. We entered smelling the stale air of old books and dust. The entire circular walls were covered in books. Nate went up the spiral staircase to the second floor. He opened a class display and pulled the book out. He handed it to me when he returned back downstairs. The book had a red leather binding with singed in words that read A New Leader. I didn't understand the title considering the subject we were looking into.

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

Then back at me with the expression of a man recalculating the nature of the visit. "Come in," he says. His apartment is extraordinary. Not decorated exactly. Accumulated. Books everywhere, actual everywhere, stacked on shelves and beside chairs and on the kitchen counter alongside what appears to be sheet music and a half eaten piece of toast. Two cello cases in the corner, one open, and a music stand with something complex and handwritten on it that I want to look at more closely but do not because it feels private. Plants in every window doing improbably well for a London flat.

Eventually Elowen stopped before a small wooden table. One book rested upon it. Unlike the others, this one looked unfinished. Blank cover. Silver binding. No title. The library seemed quieter here. Waiting. Elowen touched the book gently. Then looked at us. "This one is special." Dangerous sentence. Hope immediately moved closer. Naturally. "What is it?" Elowen smiled. "A story still being written." Silence. The floating lanterns drifted overhead. Soft golden light danced across the blank cover. The book shimmered faintly.

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I blinked my eyes severally before saying "What are you insinuating?" "Elsa. This book was produced 400years ago by us for parents. And only the holy family (king and Queen) can open it. So, there's no way. I can open it. But the question is. what would your mom or my dad be doing with this? For years now. This book has not been open by anyone. Not even Arians mom. Except a sealed human with the holy blood or a demigod with extraordinary powers. And I don't think any exist. So, right now this book is useless." he said and I was speechless again. After which I said

I chose not to respond to Eliz discussing it. My eyes are drawn to a book that is located at the end of the shelf. There was only a candle as lighting for the bookshelf. "Eliz? Why is this shelf different from other shelves? "I asked. Eliz then whispered very carefully, "This is an unreadable book. I mean, it's still difficult to understand. You will not be able to open this book. It only chooses hands that have a certain energy," eliz explained.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

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Those were good times. Pushing open the library door, I was enveloped by the familiar scents of paper and ink. The sleek, modern shelves, packed with books of every genre, rose majestically to the ceiling, creating a sea of literary treasures. Every book had been handpicked by me, each one a reflection of my eclectic tastes. I navigated the narrow aisles, my fingers trailing over the spines of the books until they paused in front of a shelf filled with classic novels. With a practiced motion, I pulled a row of books off a shelf, revealing a small, discreet panel. I pressed my thumb against the cool surface, and the panel slid open with a soft click releasing a whisper of secrets.