Book Page Dimensions Novels & Stories

I flipped it in the next page but I only saw a blank page, all of the pages were now pure white like nothing is really written in there. "What are you doing?" I almost jumped in surprise after hearing a voice beside me. "Nothing," I answered and closed the book. His eyes widen just by looking at the cover of it. "Have you seen something in that book?" "Just the first page" I answered but he seemed so shocked by my answer. "First page?" He asked like I just did the most imposable thing in the world. "Yeah, this one." I flipped the book to the first page but it became blank suddenly. I just saw it a while ago! How did it happen? I checked all of the pages thinking that it must be in somewhere

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.

*Good. I steal a glance at my parents and they seem very engrossed in the game. I begin to pull out the small book slowly. *It's not like Rune's going to know if I take a peek at his book.* *Oof. Alright. If it is indeed a diary, I'll put it back.* Holding that thought, I take out the book. I peer at the small green thing that is an inch longer than my palm. It is encased in old leather and there is a pencil attached to the side.

Apart from the size being thrice smaller compared to our previous apartment, the room only had one small window and doesn't have AC. So before Penelope's forehead could produce sweat, we started studying the book. The book had almost a thousand pages. What I proposed to maximize our scanning was we equally divided the number of pages. For the first half of the book, Penelope took a look at them while the rest were mine. We studied and read every image and word written on every page. We still don't know what exactly we are looking for but as long as it has something to do with the creation of the cure to get rid of Karen's monster without killing her human side.

TABLE OF CONTACT CHAPTER ONE – 1 CHAPTER TWO - 19 CHAPTER THREE – 33 CHAPTER FOUR – 48 CHAPTER FIVE – 63 CHAPTER SIX – 78 CHAPTER SEVEN – 93 CHAPTER EIGHT – 109 CHAPTER NINE – 138 CHAPTER TEN – 169 CHAPTER ELEVEN – 169

she stuck out her pinky. “RIde or die.” I said hooking my pinky with hers as we had done since we were kids. Albert came flying back in the room with a large, old book in his hands. The book was big and thick, the leather on the outside was cracked and the pages had yellowed. He laid it on the coffee table with a thud. He opened the book and I could hear the spine of it cracking as he laid it flat. He flipped through the pages carefully, the musty smell of old books wafted into my nostrils. The pages looked to be made of some sort of old papyrus paper that had turned yellow and become brittle over the years. It was then that I noticed Albert was wearing gloves while handling the book. I won

The small book transformed into a large, thick book! The cover was thicker than any of the books they have seen so far. It was black with golden prints that looked like vines. Jucel had to carry it with two hands before she settled the book on the grass between them. "The pages were blank so it piqued my curiosity as to what was written in it." Jucel glanced at Lucian. "I thought you already knew about this book, but it seems you had no idea," she added. Lucian bobbed his head back. "I had no idea. Never seen that book anywhere."

He wrote: Tell him the east window will put the morning light on the page. Claire did not reply immediately. When she did, she wrote: He said to ask you how wide the desk-sill is. Daniel looked at the margin sketch. He thought about the bridge book — the size of it, the cross-sections, the diagrams that required a generous surface to be read without folding the spine. He thought about the width that would accommodate the spread of material, the book and the notebook beside it and the pencil with room to move. He wrote: Wide enough for a book about bridges and a notebook open beside it.

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.