Book Edge Gilding Novels & Stories

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part. There is a piece of gold string sticking out of the pages and I think it's a bookmarker. I turn to the marked page first. I'm curious to know what spell or enchantment was looked at last. The pages of the book are shiny and thicker than a normal page. It has a silver kind of tinge to them. I begin to examine the page that is marked with the gold string. It has a diagram of what looks to be the sun and all the planets around it.

We follow him to the library where Buppig has been teaching me my lessons every day. I stop beside Buppig as Ailduin walks to one of the library walls. He pulls down a small book, bringing it back to the table where we’re standing. The book may be small, but it is ornate, with a hard cover that feels like it's made of gold and etchings made of a lighter shade of gold. “Have a seat.” He says as he opens the book. He turns it toward me. “Read that. Out loud, please.”

We follow him to the library where Buppig has been teaching me my lessons every day. I stop beside Buppig as Ailduin walks to one of the library walls. He pulls down a small book, bringing it back to the table where we’re standing. The book may be small, but it is ornate, with a hard cover that feels like it's made of gold and etchings made of a lighter shade of gold. “Have a seat.” He says as he opens the book. He turns it toward me. “Read that. Out loud, please.”

However, when I reached the spot where the presence seemed strongest, I was startled to find not a person but a book. It looked different from the many tomes and manuscripts filling the shelves of the library. The book was leather bound, and instead of facing me with its spine, it was placed on the shelf with its front cover facing me. It was dark—beautiful and deep obsidian. The edges were threaded and swollen because what I guessed had to be antlers were sewn into the edges. In the middle laid a blood-red jewel that seemed to shine in my face with its own light. The book was pumping with energy. I swear, it sounded like it was whispering to me, calling to me.

Its intricate cover shimmers like moonlit waters, adorned with gold leaf patterns that dance with enchanting grace. The book seemed to pulsate with gentle energy, beckoning all who dare to approach. The air around it crackled with an otherworldly presence as if the very essence of magic is contained within its pages. The touch of unseen hands upon its surface sends a thrill coursing through the air as if stirring an ancient power.

Like the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting to tell me something. I rounded a corner and scanned another section. Nothing really caught my eye at first, political essays, war memoirs, Mafia history no doubt, until something on the far shelf shimmered faintly under the light. What’s that? My feet moved on their own, each step faster than the last until I stood before it. A book, smaller than the rest, with a metallic cover that reflected like polished bronze. No title. No markings. Just an embossed design, a rose tangled with a serpent.

I asked, hoping to change the subject. “No, that place is a fortress,” Ben grumbled. “I mean, seriously, who has an entire hedge of wolfsbane surrounding their house. The front gate has camera’s, motion sensors, and who knows what else, and the only path in from the rear has a large, armored door keeping everyone out. And from the scents I was smelling back there, I would say that Roland still takes more than a few runs.”

They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive. The edges of the pages were gilt in two shades of gold, with a pattern of flames. And there was a large leather and gold clasp holding it closed which was engraved with more motifs of flames. The corners also each had a gold triangular brace, each with another fire opal in. Eliza stares at the book in wonder,

The chamber opened before us with a silent gasp, its walls bathed in an ethereal glow that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of the earth itself. My eyes adjusted slowly, drawn to the center where a tome lay shrouded in the ghostly light-a beacon of ancient knowledge amidst the encroaching darkness. Eden stepped forward, his lean frame casting a long shadow as he approached the pedestal upon which the book rested.