Book Quotes Page Numbers Novels & Stories

Donato spun around, but nothing was there. His pulse thundered. His breaths came short. He turned back to the pedestal— and nearly choked on air. Because the book was open. Its pages turned on their own. Slowly, deliberately like fingers of wind were flipping through fate. "No…" he whispered. "Stop." But the pages turned faster— faster—until they slammed onto one single page. The writing etched onto it shimmered like liquid black fire. And the temple whispered into his bones— "Three will go forward…

The first book was from January – March, the second was from April – June, then, July – September, and lastly October – December. [That one. Page 20. That one, page 63. That one, page 43. And that one, page 60.] Phantom who heard everything loud and clear helped Shadow to show what page that didn't match the number. She delivered just the way it was as Midas picked each book with fascinating expression.

It’s the first real smell in the entire place. And books. Hundreds of them. Not decorator books arranged by color. Real books. Worn spines. Dog-eared pages. I run my fingers along the shelves. Financial theory. Biographies of Carnegie and Rockefeller. Philosophy. History. And fiction. I pull out a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. The spine creaks. Pages are yellowed, soft as cloth. I flip through and stop at the margin notes inked in neat, sharp handwriting. "Revenge consumes the avenger," written next to a passage about Edmond Dantès.

* * * He did do as he promised. He escorted me to the library. Him with Evans were discussing while I flipped the pages of the magic book. I acted like I wasn't interested in whatever they were talking about, but my ears were actually listening to their discussion. I didn't realize I've been flipping through the pages over and over again and this is the third time, I'd say. " You can just turn to page eighty three, that's where it is." Evans said.

Nicholas asked. “Sure,” The waitress said with a smile. “Let me check our system. If we have it, I can tell you where it is placed.” She asked with a smile, “Can you please tell me the name of the book?” She answered, “There it is. Please check shelf number four and book number 301B.” Nicholas went to check the shelf but there was no book. He found other books of the same genre there before. He had checked this shelf before too but he had not found anything here.

Having left with nothing to say over this statement , Carol just nodded her head in agreement . The empress just wanted to read the book from beginning . But as she was just about to do it , she remembered the words of the man who was frequently visiting her dreams these days that she had to only read the contents of page No. 715 and the summon the P2 Guide Werewolf. Thus suppressing her curiosity , she just flipped the pages which were all blank and were dusky white in color giving off the appearance like the book was more than 20 centuries old. She didn't know up to where she had to scroll because there were not even the numbers over the pages. But as she was scrolling, abruptly there was

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.

I turn on the torch and flip the book to where I stop, which is page eighty-nine, and I continue from where I stop. Why do bad things happen to good people? I ask myself, as I flip open the next page, which is now page 124. The book gets dreadful and as much as I hate suspense; I have to read my way through and I am almost out of the woods with the suspense when I hear a knock on my door.

I thought it was about the place called Santorini that is known for its beautiful architectural design- but I was wrong. The first 10 pages of the book are written in different languages. And every end of each page has a word 'code conduct- Sovrano' it's weird because there's no name of the author written. But the question in my mind answered when I saw the 11th page of the book.

I got a bit tired and decided to keep the book and get some rest but when I stood up, the book left down and opened up again. I groaned in annoyance and picked the book up but something instantly caught my attention. I quickly flipped back to that page and when my eyes went over it again just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, I nearly jumped up in joy. Right there on page 56, was the recipe for a love potion.