Books Like Through My Window Novels & Stories

“the rogues will soon rise and the packs shall burn.” I read it again and again, fingers trembling.I looked out my window, to the edge of the forest. And for a split second, I swore I saw red eyes watching me through the trees.

In transit to the houses and flats and apartments of people who would read it in whatever time and light and configuration they read in. Three hundred and forty-two pages of honest reckoning. Her name on the cover. In the world. She stood at the window for a long time. Then Mae appeared in the kitchen doorway in the specific state of someone who had woken up early specifically for this morning. “It’s today,” Mae said. “It’s today,” Anya said. Mae came and stood beside her at the window. The two of them looking out at the early spring morning. “Are you scared?” Mae said.

With a groan, I smash the stone through the window beside the door. The glass shatters. I reach through carefully, unlocking the door from the inside and pushing it open. Finally. I really hope the journal is here. Dusting my hands, I enter inside the building. The entire place looks so empty and there are cobwebs hanging from the roof and windows. On my right, the wall cabinets are dusty, their glass doors reflecting the weak sunlight coming through the broken windows. Far ahead, the examination table in the center of the room is covered with a white sheet that is also dusty and filled with cobwebs.

My healer's instincts told me we would need every advantage we could get. Liza sat surrounded by towering stacks of texts, her glasses sliding down her nose as she referenced multiple sources simultaneously. The golden afternoon light streaming through my stained-glass windows caught the dust motes dancing around her, creating an almost mystical atmosphere that suited our grim task. The windows themselves told stories in colored glass - ancient tales of our people, of magic both light and dark. Today, their warnings seemed especially poignant.

When would I be able to let him leave my snug embrace to slink back home to his "wife." The large picture window in the living room afforded me a spectacular view of Manhattan. Miles of city lights and moving cars lay before me like a sequin dress shifting in a gentle breeze. I always imagined that a few of the closer buildings might contain a peering telescope or two, but this thought had never swayed me enough to invest in large window coverings. "Let them look," I always thought.

Devon looked stunned as well, and my defiance to permit his touch led to this uncomfortable silence between us right now. Tensely and ever eager to fly away and go hide beneath my layers of blankets, I watch the fast-pacing scenery out the half-rolled-down window. It's fascinating. Places captured in the newspapers and some magazines Mei and Mortiz gave me. Asphalt and tarred roads, tall and short buildings, overhead bridges, traffic lights, various kinds of vehicles and motorcycles, and the citizens moving about their business. I lean towards the window with ecstatic awe, my giddy fingers clutching the top of the window to bring my face out a bit. The breeze is cool and soothing, enticing m

I hope I'm not too late in seeking solutions myself. There was a seat by the window it was a little bit high, but there was a small ladder there to help one climb up. So I sat down by the window in order to receive fresh air while placing my books on my lap to read. I flipped through the pages of one of the books to read, but my mind keeps drifting back to Elder Ellie's words 'This is beyond me Fiona, I can't seem to connect with your wolf, the more I try the more I reach a dead end'. These words kept echoing in my mind continuously.

The dim evening light filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. I traced the edges of the worn, leather-bound book in front of me, barely paying attention to the intricate designs etched into the cover. My mind was swimming with all the information I’d soaked up about the council…the alliances, the history, the power dynamics. It all felt so heavy, like a storm waiting to break.

Clive's estate was on top of a hill, which gave me a view of the rest of the city spread out beyond the walls, lights gleaming in the dark, mist rolling across the bay, a bridge that looked like a dwarf from here. There was a candelabra on the wall opposite me. I looked up and sure enough, there was another lamp on the ceiling. Fumbling around, I found a cleverly hidden button that turned it on. The seat by the window was filled with warm light. I fluffed up the pillow and made myself comfortable, then flipped to the first page. Ever since I was little and first read Jane Eyre, I've wanted to have my own window seat, just like Jane's, a place to read and hide away from the real world.

[Carys] Reality bled into my unconsciousness with the loud pattering of rain mixed with snow against the glass windows. My eyes opened to the intricately designed old fashioned arched window, flanked by inbuilt bookshelves. A black couch was placed between the bookshelves. Beyond the streaks of raindrops trailing down the outer surface of the windows, a storm raged. Ominous monstrous clouds cannibalized one another, hanging low in the dark sky. I could hear waves crashing against the shore.