Book Of Answers Carol Bolt นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The pages are blank.” “That’s what makes it useful.” He hovered his hand over a page of the book and murmured some words. The page glowed white light. “The light is an indication. It’s ready to answer my question. We get to ask a question per month. We only have one shot at this.” Lexa looked at the book, waiting for Elliot to say something. “O mighty book of answers; tell us how the gate of Seareign can be opened!” The glowing light stopped. A black and white picture was painted on the book by an imaginary hand. The picture of a snake was formed.

"There are legends about a book named the book of knowledge, in which someone can open. The book will answer all his questions. Like, all his questions." "How exactly do you know almost everything?" He chuckled, then he whispered near to my ears in a volume that even Damien was able to hear. "You're not the only one running through weird things in that palace." Right after, we started raining one question after another on the book. Again, the weird lightning showered up, and the answers appeared on the empty open page. My first question was quite obvious. I made a point about the first man to wolf, and the answer was like what I would never expect.

Melody stepped out, and knocked on the car window. After a brief pause, the car window slowly lowered, revealing Christopher’s face. "Mr. Bolton, your recent visits to the Nolan family seem rather frequent, don't you think?" she asked coldly. "How's your mood?" he replied, dodging the question. "What about it?" She looked at him, puzzled. He gazed deeply into her eyes. "You found out the truth last night. Are you still upset about it?"

She wasn’t surprised to see that the driver’s side looked like the car hadn’t even been hit. Daniel had to have been the car’s passenger. And she knew, without even hearing him say it, that Caleb had been the driver. Megan called Sara. When Sara heard the emotion in Megan's voice, she said, "I'll be right there." Megan unlocked the front door and sat down with Gary on her lap. Gary, though, didn't appreciate Megan's overly rough petting, and he jumped down from her lap to sit on a chair by himself. "What's going on?" Sara asked as she came inside. She looked like she'd just gotten out of bed, and her hair was in a messy ponytail.

She held her breath and stared at his chest, refusing to look into his eyes, afraid of what she would see smouldering there. The person outside was going through the boxes and stuff outside, looking for them? The vault must truly have been connected to his essence, regardless of how dangerous that was in itself. He was basically leaving a piece of himself out there for anybody if they needed it. “The book.” She whispered. “What is it about?” She asked him. “It’s a book of answers.” He replied. “To what?” “To questions.” He replied and she rolled her eyes. “I went to so much trouble to get it for you, and you won’t tell me anything about it at all!” She asked, incredulous.

Stiazky stood at once and snatched the booklet and answer sheet from the desk. He flipped through them quickly. As his eyes moved across the pages, a cold smile formed on his face. "You finished all of it in that amount of time?" He looked at me with open contempt. "Then I was right. Someone gave you the answers in advance. No normal student could do this." "I did not cheat," I said, standing and meeting his eyes. "I solved those problems myself." "Whether you solved them yourself is not for you to decide." His voice went flat.

Bolt realized that he shouldn’t have asked that question and was about to apologize when she replied, “Yes, even before my parents and my other relations.” . #TBC

No pretense. He flipped another brittle page, the sound sharp in the quiet. “You knew there were two.” Colton didn’t answer immediately. The pause stretched like wire. “It wasn’t mine,” he said at last. His voice was hoarse, barely audible over the creak of old walls. “That wasn’t the question,” Savannah snapped. “I asked if you knew.” He turned the book toward her, revealing intricate family trees, tangled like vines. Names and dates written in black fountain ink. Generations of secrets rendered in delicate calligraphy.

Professor Howl barely managed to keep his crystal ball from rolling off the crowded table without breaking his concentration. Principal Rapport, with a wave of his hands, the two cloaked people turned and left the room. Principal Rapport’s eyes were back to normal as he went toward the round table and unclasped the bindings that kept the book closed. He hovered his hand over the leather cover, never breaking his eyes from it. “Carmilla Opun,” He spoke, and the book flew open, pages rustling as it skimmed the entire book before stopping on a single page. The name Carmilla Opun glowed gold against the aged parchment.

Fortunately for her, Titus caught her. “That’s a lot of questions. Which one should I answer?” Perhaps it was because she was on the verge of being drunk, but Carol was not scared of Titus at that moment. She grabbed his arm and slid down to the roadside again. She mumbled, “You don’t have to answer any of my questions. You’re Titus Black. If you don’t want to answer a question, no one can force you to answer it.” “At least you know that.” Titus leaned over and picked up the beer can beside her before sitting down next to her.