Book In Motion Novels & Stories

Ames set it on the outer table at ten past eight — one cover, one seal, the index lettered across the flap in his own hand: the book by its plain name, the folio the cross-reference gave, the shift beside it. I left the flap alone and took a clean sheet first. MOVEMENT? I wrote. BOTH ENDS? SAME MOVEMENT? Below them, spaced wide so nothing could drift across, three more headings with white under every one. CART. LOAD. HAND.

Viktor replied loudly. “It does move things; we just can’t see it. I don’t know if it has hands or what it does, but it happened here in this office this morning!” Little Bob said, getting even louder. Just then, a book flew across the room toward them. They both looked stunned as it landed at their feet. Another one shot off the shelf and went toward the door before anyone could say or do anything. Lindsay ran out of her office and stopped in front of the counter. “I told you to stop this!” she yelled. “Stop now!”

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

I hurry to open the message. Unknown:Room 636. 9pm. Don't be late. Oh. My. God. Oh my God. This is really happening. He's booked a room. Holy shit. I'm going to meet him tomorrow. I'll be in a room, doing whatever he wants tomorrow.

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

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Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

I asked. Bibi Kamwe moved like a ghost, pulling a book from beneath the floorboards. The cover was made of some kind of dried, dark leather. It creaked when she opened it. The pages were stained, ink running in twisted scrawls. “You must make the vessel,” she said. “What vessel?”

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.