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“Sheila! Sheila, I’m here!” “Get lost, thief!” Rose barked, and slammed the door. He stood staring at the wood grain, stunned and seething. He kicked the door. “I’m not a thief!” “Damn it,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. He stalked back to his car, slid in, and dialed. “Agatha,” he snapped the moment she answered, “where’s the book—the one with the recipes?” “I’m at your place, Kelly,” she said evenly.

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

Lookin' good girl! Instantaneously, a certain book caught my interest in Cryx's desk. My heart fluttered and my eyes twinkled, I grabbed the book and flipped some of its pages. Oh my! It's my Aunt's book! It was entitled, 'Agent Asteria', which was a mystery thriller. When it was first released last year, the bookstores had it sold out on the first day because of how much of a hit it was to the public, it got an outstanding review from the Times and even won awards internationally. Not to mention it's my favorite book of hers. It certainly deserves the title of 'best'.

Owens voice breaks the silence that they had fallen into and she turns to face him. “See for yourself.” She gestures behind him at the notebook and typewriter on the desk. “I am writing a thriller, mystery, crime book. I want to try my hand at being a writer like Agitha Christie or Ruth Rendell. Mostly Agitha Christie. My Pops and Grams used to read her books aloud to each other each night after dinner. I would lay on the couch and listen, falling in love with them just as much. Pops and I use to try to one up the other by guessing the killer first. But it was almost always Gram that was right.” Owen chuckles, as he looks over the idea and rough book concept that she scribbled down. “So, you

Abigail I didn’t hear the library door open. Curled in the wide armchair by the window, a thick blanket tucked over my legs and a mug of lukewarm tea long forgotten on the little table beside me, I was too deep in the roaring chaos of 1920s London to notice anything else. The novel I’d found, The Blood of Mayfair, was a fever dream of a book with gangsters in bowler hats and singers with too much rouge and too many secrets. I had stumbled across the book purely by chance this afternoon while scanning a high corner shelf. What began as idle curiosity turned into a feverish need to unravel the killer’s identity before the protagonist, a fashion journalist moonlighting as a private investigator

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Damien said, rubbing his head. "I would have gladly watched " , I told him. I linked beta Jax to set up a meeting for us with Agatha. Agatha was a seer. The only woman on the entire earth with the ability to give messages from the God's. She is also well versed in magic, though she is only half witch. If anyone knew what is wrong with us, it would be her.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

Soon after, a servant summoned me to Elder Morgan's study. Elder Morgan sat in a high-backed chair, expression unreadable. Agatha stood beside her, shrewd eyes watching me carefully. "Liza, come in and sit down." Once we were alone, Elder Morgan fixed me with a penetrating stare. "Agatha has made an interesting discovery. I wonder if you're hiding something from me." I kept my expression neutral. "What discovery is that, Grandmother?" Agatha stepped forward. "I witnessed something unusual the night of the fire."