Books Like Between Two Fires Novels & Stories

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Still, something stirred beneath the calm a sense that the next turning point was near. Jake noticed it in the way she stared out windows longer than usual. In how she hovered over her journal, not quite writing. In the way she asked, more often, “Do you think we’re meant to stay here forever?” He never answered with certainty, just held space for the questions. On a Thursday morning, Emma received a package in the mail. Inside was an advance copy of her second book, The Fire Between Then and Now. The cover was a soft rust-red, embossed with wildflowers.

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”

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When you stay alone for as long as I did, what better way is there to spend part of your time so you won't feel alone? I clear my throat. "What is the book about?" I say, pointing to his hands. "It's about a man who has to decide between saving his wife or his newborn son in a fire outbreak." I wince. That sounds harsh. Only if I understood French. I ran my hands over the front cover, mulling over what I was about to say next. "Can I ask you a question?" "Isn't that what you've been doing since we got to France?" "I meant something personal this time."

I managed to get to Billie just in time to save her from getting crushed by the pile of books, but got hit by some hardcover books, which burned against my skin. I groaned in pain, pushing the sizzling hot books away from me while trying to keep Billie awake. It took a moment before I realized that there was something odd. The books were hot - way too hot for comfort. I looked up and caught a raging fire, which mercilessly consumed the top of the shelf, burning everything in its path. Just when I thought I'd seen the worst, another explosion rocked the library, and this time, the doors, shelves, and windows fell apart.

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Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

Chapter 05 "Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice." ― Robert Frost Floating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the t

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard