Book Quotes Page Numbers Novels & Stories

“Well then, where should I read next?” Stopping at the very first few pages of the book and the novel. The quotes that mark the eeriness and the warning it brings, prequel his interest as each line points towards the prominent ones he knew very well or does he? Perhaps he just did and might as well read it along with the few chapters of the book he is holding, as the first one reads like this,

She walked in, and he closed the door behind her. It was the office she remembered, the room that was a second home to her. It was the office she had spent so many years in analyzing and debating ideas with Aiden, as he advised her on her essays, on her thesis. It was a small office, but comfortable, every inch of it jam-packed with books, all the way up to the 14 foot ceilings. Books were stacked on the desk, on the windowsill, on the chairs. And not just any books—all sorts of rare and unusual books, esoteric volumes on the most obscure academic subjects. It was the quintessential scholar’s office. He hastily removed a pile of books from one of the seats across his desk, making room for he

More, and more. End of Book 1

The page he had opened was burnt off. “This is the second book with Odette that has a page missing just when it's about to become about her!” he declared, the tone of his voice increasing in irritation. My heart dropped to my stomach once more as I quickly flipped through the pages of the book in my hands. But just as Cassian had observed, the pages of the book with me were also burnt off at the page that was supposed to be about Odette… “No… No…” I mumbled as I quickly started flipping through the rest of the books.

He blows off the little specs of dust on the book before he starts to open up the page pages. “Just give me a minute,” he say as he starts to turn over each page meticulously. Suddenly, he seems to reach the pitch he has been looking for. “See!” he says with a high pitch- as if to tell me that the chance for him to prove himself has finally come. Then he points at a text in the book. “You can read it yourself,” he says and I start to read out loud. I read the text over and over again, about nine times before I fully understand it. The text actually agrees with Charles told me before.

None of his books went unnumbered. The first page of the jotter had his mom's full name boldly written at the top in her calligraphic handwriting: 'From Victoria Sarah Ijeoma Edochie.' And, surprisingly, below it was his name: 'To Joel Chukwuebuka Edochie'. His brows dipped and he flipped to the other side. "Romans 10 vs 11: For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth in him shall not be ashamed." Undoubtedly, this was hers because this used to be her favorite quote from the Bible.

It must've been sitting here for God knows how long. My eyes roll down the scribbles of letters, words and drown in them quickly. The words looked like they were handwritten with a quill. The cursive was beautiful. I skimmed my finger down the rough paper touching the dried ink that had been written down the table of contents. 1. The Full Moon........... page 1 2. An Alpha..................... page 22 3. A Beta.......................... page 44 4. A Gamma...................... page 69 5. An Omega...................... page 88

The third volume of historical records had a crack in its spine. Lyra had noticed it on first handling — the kind of crack that came from years of being opened to the same page repeatedly, the book developing a memory for the place it was most often asked to go. She had been curious about it since, running her thumb along the crack each time she picked it up, wondering what page had been visited enough to leave that mark. She found it on the fourth day of reading. Page 247.

I return my eyes to the book. "Please accept my apologies, I'm looking for the page," I apologize, and indeed through the corner of my eye I see Greece tempting to stand out enough to be noticed. Before I can turn my focus back to him and search for a method to find out what he wants, Justoedith hacks boisterously while giving me a light kick to the calf. The moment I take a look at her, she contacts her ear in a hidden way and an exceptionally low sleep: — page 53.— Then, when I open my book to the right page, I hear the voice of my beta :

Retracting it quickly, I asked about where I could find books on animal spirits. “Animal spirits?” he was stunned for a moment, before saying, “Sure. Go straight down that book row over there, then count five shelves on your right.” “Down that row, five shelves on my right, got it!” I repeated with a smile. I turned around and swiftly followed the descriptions. After arriving there, like other rows, there were chairs behind tables one could use in reading. This place was completely void of anyone, save for those books. My eyes swept over the books in the massive shelves, before falling on five words on the side of a certain book.