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he said. "I see." Rega was confused about how to respond to Amor's answer. "Sorry, I seem to have asked a lot earlier," he said again uncomfortably. "No problem," said Amor. Arriving home, Amor accidentally saw a doll and a book on his nightstand. "Ah you're still here." Amor took the dolls and also the books he found in front of his house when he returned to pick up the towels left behind for the makrab event. “Ah, this is the book I want to read!” cried Amor.

, Eamon whispered to himself, tracing the shelf with his fingers and as he did that while walking slowly he reached the middle of the shelf, his eyes fell upon an ancient tome with a worn leather cover and gold-trimmed pages. "This seems interesting, hopefully, the pages are as interesting as the body". On the title it had an elegant calligraphy that was embossed which said: "Bonds Beyond Blood: Mystical Mates". "Hm", Eamon carefully pulled the book from the shelf feeling the weight of its age and the secrets it held. It was heavier than he expected and he carried it and placed it on a table in the library, getting a seat and making himself comfortable because he had no idea how long he woul

I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

It was most likely the bed warmer. Rhys handed Amira the book he’d been reading. It was the book she’d been reading the night before. It had been years since she’d read a good book, and since her scheming had recently come to a halt, she decided to pick this one up. It was a romantic tragedy, something she didn’t think she would find in the library. But one that she was instantly immersed in and fell asleep to.

The library was a magnificent sight, with towering shelves filled to the brim with countless books. "Actually, I'm in search of a specific book. Could you assist me?" Amani inquired. "Of course, my lady. Which book are you looking for?" The boy responded politely. "The Kings of Blackclaw," Amani replied. The boy's surprise was evident in his expression. "I don't believe anyone has ever requested that book before. I will search for it immediately, my lady!" Amani trailed behind the boy as he aimlessly wandered through the aisles. Every now and then, she caught a glimpse of him looking up at her nervously.

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When I look up again, I see my bookshelf. I stand up and walk over to it, glancing at the books I still need to read. I remember the nursery rhyme used as a way to choose something, so I do the same. “Ambarabà ciccì cocco, how much bad luck I have!” I begin, moving my finger between the books. Then I stop and reflect on the words I just said. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how the rhyme starts…” I mumble. I close my eyes and touch the books randomly until I stop my hand. I open my eyes and look at the book I’ll read: Lontano da te by Jennifer L. Armentrout.

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

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