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he explained more discreetly. It finally dawned on Grey what Athon wzs saying. "Where is the book?" He inquired. "It has been stolen. The mountain demon must have seen the thief and he was killed," Athon replied. "Such an advanced and powerful book was in this library and it could not be protected or safe guarded. How careless are you all?" He asked him with his tone slightly raised. "My apologies, my Lord. It was well protected and not in the open. Besides, no one knows the content of the book and that was why we did not take extra precautions in protecting it," he explained.

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

“Only because it’s an emergency.” Elmo rubbed his eyes, and blinked away fatigue. As his vision cleared he found himself looking at Lucas’ bookshelf, and his heart sank as he surveyed the spines of books his friend loved so much. There were copies of The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators and The Secret Seven, as well as modern mystery thrillers by authors such as Lee Child and James Patterson. But there were also older novels that Elmo recalled as movies on TCM but had never read. He saw Treasure Island and Ivanhoe, Tom Sawyer and Robinson Crusoe.

Her eyes roamed in search of a place to hide the book where no one would notice it so that no one would think about taking it into their home. A little farther, there was a dusted shelf, quietly divulging that the shelf hadn’t been touched for long. Bella walked to the shelf and took out a random book from there just to empty the place, then she settled the black book in her hand slowly in the same place. She looked back and forth that no one had seen her do it. Bella felt like a thief, but it was perfect because reading this book quite helped her with the mood. She glanced at the book one last time and walked away from that place. Surprisingly, the book vanished from that place as Bella tur

I tiptoed, slowly walking towards the shelf, trying to hide myself and make everything quick before she wakes up. I scan, poke, and pick every strands of books just to find that special one. If i am not mistaken, it was the blue book i have accidentally choosen before, which the librarian knows it's prohibited. ### After scanning for a couple of minutes, I finally have found what im here for. This was the book I have held before. It is the one who's talking about parallel universe and portals. Before the dragon reawakened, I quickly run to exit. I look like a thief.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

“Sure thing, sweetie. I’ll bring it right up.” “Thanks Etsu.” “No problem, kiddo. And the tarts on the house.” As Etsu walked over to serve the other guy Caitlynn reached into her bag and pulled out her book. For today it was The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. She turned to her bookmark, slipped it out and began reading from page 193. Her gaze swept across the pages, dark brown eyes drinking in every word in the tale told by Death. She loved this book because the characters intrigued her, most specifically the main protagonist, Liesel.

She asked. “The book of The Council.” Her eyes widened. “There’s only one copy of that book, and it’s locked away in Kvenland village. How did you—” “I snuck into my adoptive parent’s secret chamber and stole it,” I said sheepishly. “Oh, honey,” she said and held my hand. “That book was written by none other than the Council. Of course, only their good deeds would be showcased in that book. But, as far as I know, they colonized all of the villages that they helped.”

he said. "Thank you, this is our haven from the hands of the enemy," I replied. "You're right. So, I'll let you know if there's a message from Claire," he said and left me. When Heath was gone, I opened my suitcase and took the only book I brought with me. The Name of a Rose, written by the Italian author Umberto Eco. I haven't even finished from the prime. I couldn't face reading it because of too many works in Paris. I turned to the page where I placed the bookmark.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.