Book If These Walls Could Talk Novels & Stories

She sat in his arms with the focused attention she brought to everything and she listened and occasionally she said something in the layered language. She stood in the doorway. She listened to him read to their daughter. She listened to Caela respond. She thought about a man who had spent eleven years behind walls and who was now sitting in the east wing reading territorial geography to a thirteen-month-old who responded in a language she was building from scratch. She thought: this is what the walls becoming something else looks like. Not gone. Built into something. The precision and the discipline and the capability that the walls had been protecting — all of it still there, all of it now

I know she heard my muttering but she feigned ignorance, as always. "How about you talk to them directly the next time any of them comes back in" she said and with that, she was out of the room, I sighed for the hundredth time and walked over to the bookshelf by the corner of the room in search of a distraction. After flipping over some books I realized that all the books there are erotic, and some of them can even be traced back to the Roman empire's age but I have doubts that they weren't written then, but are books written burrowing the ways of then and that the author is so good that it made the book almost look truth and real, because it's never possible for books written then to surviv

"Why is it crying?" I didn't know. I had never seen anything like it. The warmth in my chest flickered, uncertain. "What's happening?" Wren asked, pushing through the crowd. "The wall is weeping," I said. "I don't understand it." Lyra moved to stand beside me, her hand joining mine on the stone. "I can feel it," she said. "The quiet. It's inside the wall." "That's impossible," Silas said. "We built these walls with the circle. The quiet shouldn't be able to touch them."

“No one is going to hurt you.” Another voice joins in the conversation, but it’s too low for us to hear. It must be the sound dampening walls. Considering supernatural beings have superhearing, most of the walls were probably built to cancel out sounds. “I said, I’m not going! You can’t make me!” The voice booms before a crashing sound echoes through the hallway, followed by the sound of grunts and growls.

Lets Eli drop it from above with one clean strike. The body falls exactly where the plan said it would. For a moment, everyone simply looks at it. Then Molly says, “That was disgusting and elegant.” Maya points at her. “Put that on the brochure.” By dusk, the wall is sealed. Not finished. Finished is a fantasy word, like vacation or emotionally uncomplicated. But sealed. Both sides of the road stand in steel. The gate holds. The crosswalk is rough but usable. Twenty empty rooms wait behind inward-facing doors, smelling of rust, dust, and possibility.

APRIL The room is nothing like what I imagined. A tall bookcase lines one wall, packed with classical novels, every one of them leather bound and carefully arranged. There is no television anywhere. Heavy velvet curtains in deep crimson block out the outside world, thick enough to swallow sound and light. A large fireplace dominates the far wall, flames snapping and popping as it throws out real heat. Standing close to the fire, palms stretched toward the warmth, a long breath slips out. The chill from the journey finally leaves my fingers. Eyes wander again, taking everything in slowly.

• She listened the way she always did, without rushing to fix anything, letting the silence hold space for whatever came next instead of filling it too quickly. “Is that where the Ice Wall started? Before the panic attack, I mean. Before any of what you’ve told me about college.” I sat with that question longer than I expected to need. “Maybe. I think the panic attack was the moment it became visible to everyone else. But the wall itself — I think that started a lot earlier than anyone realized. Including me.” “Thank you for telling me that. All of it.” She reached for my hand. “You don’t have to perform for me, Sky. Not now, not ever. I need you to actually believe that, not just hear it.”

The wall of books turns and I stand in awe as I watch the wall turn. "This feature comes in handy whenever mum wants to show off the library to her human friends," he says skimming through the wall of books. I hear footsteps come from behind me and turn around. "Couldn't help but overhear, but you won't find what you looking for on these shelves brother," Elara says appearing at the steps. "Where is it?" Ri asks not looking at her but at the shelf. "Oh, I could tell you, "Elara says looking down at her nails. "But it's going to cost you."

Shadows danced on the walls, cast by the faint, luminescent glow of crystals embedded in the stone. Suddenly, Sasha halted, her ears perked. "Do you hear that? Apart from the melody... there's something else." Draken strained his ears, "It sounds like... whispers. But they're too faint to decipher." Eldric nodded in agreement, "It's as if the very walls are trying to communicate with us." Lysandra, her fingers grazing a nearby inscription, murmured, "Or perhaps it's the spirits of guardians past, guiding us, warning us."

I'm not sure who the authors of them are. Nothing that I come across seems out of place here. Each book fits so perfectly, no outliers becoming apparent. For whatever reason, my foolish imagination is hoping for a magical entrance to his side of the wall through a book. I doubt that's true. The Moon might be sneaky and manipulative, but I doubt he would want to give any chance for a single person to get close to him. Staring hopelessly at the books, I wonder what my next move should be. How can I get to the other side of this wall if there is no entrance?