Novel & Cerita Book Review Guardian

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“Guardians are an elite group of people who are trained to be the best in every respect. We are the ultimate weapon and gift.” “So a glorified bodyguard, then?” I snort. She stares at me, lost for words, and scoffs. “No. We provide more than safety. We provide guidance, healing, both mental and physical, safety and companionship.” She says it with so much conviction I can feel how much she believes in what she does. She loves her occupation even if she seems stoic and bitter about it. “Companionship?” I wiggle my brow at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Oh, it's just booking.” I’m not listening to her, though. My blood is thundering in excitement. “These are—How did these—” I can’t even form a coherent sentence, just staring at the hardcover books. They are a fictional detective series by a foreign author who doesn’t sell his novels outside his country. I’ve only managed to read his books online, from no legitimate sources. I never dreamed I could ever own actual copies of his work, including his new releases. “Are you crying?!” Jazz looks horrified.

He had been paying the particular quality of attention that noticed shapes. He had noticed. He walked through the east courtyard in the thin afternoon light and he thought about shapes and he came through the secondary door and along the service path to the gatehouse, and the guard met him there with the particular neutral expression of a professional who understood that his role was to escort and not to interpret. He said the man was in the visitor bay. Leonard went in.

“Anything can happen to anyone.” Mr Benson let out a sharp breath. “Well, just don’t make a habit of disappearing. You know how much I rely on you.” “I know. I promise it won't happen again.” I said, giving him an understanding nod. “What about me, Mr Benson. Do you not rely on me?” April asked playfully. “You scare my young readers away, April,” Mr Benson said, causing us to laugh. “Just stay away from scandal too,” he added. I laughed as I headed toward the tall bookshelves with April trailing behind. It was a relief that he didn't prolong the matter. I wonder what I would have done if he sent me back home.

My nerves were already frayed, and the air smelled electric—like the kind of storm that didn’t just drench you, it cursed you. The guard opened the back door. I slid into the seat without a word. He moved to open the passenger side for Bram. But Bram didn’t get in. He stood there. Still as a damn statue in the downpour. Then he pulled out his phone. Typed something fast. The guard’s phone buzzed. He checked it, brow furrowing. “But sir” the guard try to say Another buzz. He flinched. I caught a glimpse of the screen as he lowered it:

The hooded man slowly walked toward one final bookshelf standing alone in the center of the chamber. Unlike every other shelf... This one held only a single book. Its cover was completely black. No title. No symbol. Only a silver lock. The stranger rested his hand upon it. "For thousands of years..." "...someone has watched every Keeper." "They never interfered." "They only observed." Adrian frowned. "Why?" "Because readers never change a story..." "...until they dislike its ending." A cold wave passed through the library. Several lamps flickered. For the first time, the endless white sky above them darkened.

One little girl tripped, scattering the books she carried. Before anyone else could react, Nova knelt to help gather them. "Thank you," the child said shyly. Nova noticed the title of one book. Heroes of Blackthorn. She smiled. "Do you like stories?" The little girl nodded enthusiastically. "I want to become a Guardian one day." "Why?" "So I can protect people." Nova gently handed back the last book. "Then remember something." The girl looked up. "The greatest Guardians protect people long before they ever have to draw a sword."

My father closed the file and put it back to the cabinet where it had been placed before. " My job as a guardian is to ensure that evil people like Miranda never get to hurt anyone ever again. When we are done rescuing the victims, we give them counselling and take them back to their families. I’m no magic man, I only use advanced technology and combat to stop crime “My father explained. My father was not as evil as I had thought, he was a hero. I lengthened my stay, I too wanted to become a guardian, perhaps it was my purpose.

Well, as safe as I could be in a supernatural space she brought me to. "The idiocy of it all. The guardians. Do you know who the guardians are? They are the most powerful witches and wizards in the world. I created the order of the guardians with one purpose. To protect the humans and witches alike! I gave them all the tools they needed. And what do they do after I'm gone? They allow a blessed ground to be turned into a school! The absurdity of such an action!" She fumed some more, still sitting there. Her voice hardly rose and her calmness even while being obviously angry was freaking the daylights out of me. "Blessed ground? What is a blessed ground?"