Books Like Between Two Fires Novels & Stories

The wind caught against her dark hair, but all her focus was on the flames caressing her skin. Grit and dirt from the old floorboards shifted against her fingertips as she moved closer to the shining boxes. Prayers like she has never said before stream through her mind to whatever goddess her mother loved so much. She prayed hard, wishing like hell the soul would survive the heat and grow stronger from the kiss of the fire near the fireplace as she laid it on the coffee table. The smallest of lines cracked against the surface, making her gasp. One of the boxes was open. The heat stings her cheeks as she peers into the heart of the embers. A breath was long forgotten in her lungs. Without bli

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

Our best bet would be if the sprinklers in response to the fire alarm would do their job properly . I was so concerned about the books catching fire that I didn't even process the fact that there was a fucking flame in her palm ! It wasn't burning her , it was just whirling around , bright red and orange colours playing with each other in fury . I should interrupt . I grab a book from the cart and stand a good 2 feet away from the men . I close one eye and position the book in front of me with my hand to make an aim . Perfect . I hurl the book as fast as I can and hear a groan in response .

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

She told Isla the things that needed to be in the record. "Both records," he said. "Both records," she said. He was quiet for a while. The library. The fire that had become a March thing was not needed for warmth anymore but kept for the quality of it. The leather bookmark at page three hundred forty-one. The specific morning quiet of a house that had been holding two people for four months and had made peace with the weight of that.

Probably since he expected me to resist and for there to be a confrontation, Horace froze for a moment when he saw me give away the materials without any word of complaint. After all, I had treated everything he gave me like priceless treasures in the past, not allowing anyone to touch them. In my past life, I ended up quarreling bitterly with Horace to protect those materials, and he snatched them straight from me and tried to give them to Vivian. In my rage, I burned the materials to a crisp right then and there, and my act of defiance made Horace explode in rage. On top of that, when he saw that Vivian got burned by a stray ember, he completely lost his cool.

“Jeremy, the results are out. The doctor said that the baby is very healthy. In a few months, the baby will be able to meet us. “I’m going to check on Alania later. I have a feeling that she might have discovered something. I’ll test the waters while no one is around.” As she spoke, her expression turned ruthless. She looked around. Once she was certain no one was in the area, she whispered, “We’ve already killed two people. We can kill another one.” I was shocked. What did Joy mean by that? They already killed two people? A horrifying thought rose in my head, but I did not want to believe it. When my mind finally returned to the present, Joy had already left. I leaned against the wall listl

Somewhere in the mess, a candle lay knocked over, wax hardened against the side. Then came the image again: Cassie and Ledger, laughing, holding hands. That stupid kiss. Her fingers flicked the lighter and a flame burst forth. Then she released her finger. She repeated the motions a few more times before leaving the flame on. Her eyes fell on the book shelf and before she knew it, she was setting the books on fire. “Let’s see how perfect she looks when everything’s gone.” The flames caught on the curtains and then began to spread. There was smoke and heat.

“I think we’re standing in the ashes of something that hasn’t finished burning.” I smiled faintly. “You always did love fire.” She didn’t smile back. “You always underestimate how long it smolders.” There it was again — that flicker in her eyes. The same one she had before a war began. Only now, there was no war to fight. Just ghosts she couldn’t name. AMARA By noon, the heat had settled thick over the coast. I found myself in the old library, fingers tracing the spines of books that had survived fire and blood. The scent of old parchment and sea salt was grounding — real.