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“How is it still like this? Linens disintegrate in years… it’s been thousands of years..” “Time preservation spell. Raven, its magic. anything is possible.” He excitedly untied the small knot on the top and peeled off the linen. Inside there was a gun, a small glass bottle with weird liquid, a letter and a book. Nico first picked up the book. ‘When mum went off with that box, this book was right in front of me on that table. How did it end up in this box? Did mum bury it later… or did it magically appear…the grimoire was too mystical. He did not know if this would be of use to him or not. His mum claimed that he was a powerful witch, a voyager. But Nico did not feel like it. he did not feel

"Yeah, but I don't remember the name of the company Harriet's father owned." "Good. And if you remember the name of Harriet's father's company, you'd better keep it a secret from me,” Darla replied with a chuckle. Noah shook his head. "You're really weird." "Yeah, I don't want to know that." Darla chuckled as she ate her borito. “Oh yes, I bought a book for you." She pointed with her chin at the plastic that was on the dining table. "Is this a comic?" Noah asked enthusiastically. As soon as he opened the plastic his expression changed and he looked at Darla with disgust. "Why did you buy me this? I don't like to think."

One time at work I'd even heard a co-worker called me the-Squidward-from-spongebob. Exactly why I hated them. That morning I'd just gotten up and, traditionally, said my good mornings to Sam triple zero eight, then the story stroke up. We were having a conversation of a book I'd just finished reading, 'No, Mr Harry Botter, do not turn me into a witch.' Believe me, it was a real book alright. The author was named Harry Botter, so he was the main character of his novel. Stories like that, what do they call them again? Paranormal stories, they were always fun to read. Partly because they were stupid, other part, they were nonsense. Nothing but ridiculous lies.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Where happy endings still exist. Julian's expression did not change. "Not every book has a happy ending." "No," Lena said, looking up at him. "But some do. And sometimes… it's worth reading to discover. There was something in her eyes that opened something very wide up inside his chest. He didn't like it. Didn't know it. And yet, he didn't turn around. He accompanied her back to the front counter. "Do you want a coffee while I wrap these?" Lena asked, already moving towards the little niche next to the register. There was a small French press, two chipped cups, and a pyramid of ceramic sugar bowls jammed next to jars of biscotti and handmade bookmarks.

Hana has a right to all floors except the 5th floor. Hana walked around the 1st floor but still couldn't find the book she needed. She went up to the 2nd floor, glided through the 3rd floor, and then stopped at the 4th floor. Hana noticed the two books at the end of the range; it seemed like they were old books that had been abandoned for quite some time. The first book is titled 15 types of magic and relationships. The second book is called the art of combining magic. Hana grabbed two books and sat avidly reading. It wasn't until the librarian announced the closure and kicked Hana out that darkness enveloped Scott Hall. Hana remembered her morning date with Claura and hurriedly climbed onto

She cheerfully nodded. "Of course sir thank you for your service, that'll be 2 silver coins." Alkhun looks at the other books while waiting for the ebook to get signed. He noticed the book series and it added up to 5 books. Is it really fiction? He read the publication date of the latest book and it was a year ago. It is a myth after all. Sophia handed the book and Alkhun handed the payment and put it into his dimensional bag. "That's all you buy for today?" He nodded.

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.