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The drawers were a dead end. Rhychard felt around edges and behind drawers, inside each little whatnot and behind every picture. Nothing. He sat in one of the leather chairs, his back to the window, as he stared at the office. :How goes it, Warrior?: :Either Harvest Fellowship has the best custodian in the world or our good pastor is a little OCD. Nothing is out of place.: Rhychard scanned the walls, the desk, the bookshelves…the books? Rhychard stood and scanned the books on the shelf. They were alphabetized within subjects. Prayer. Commentaries. Biographies. Between a Biblical concordance and a topical Bible was a large hardbound book on American Baseball. "Now, you're out of place, aren't

I turned around again on my bed trying to find a magic position to make me sleep and forget reality. I just couldn't rest, as I turned around my eyes landed on that one book, that one book I do not like to cslla book , I call it life. I got off my bed and walked to my drawer to pick up my bible. I had gifted one to Desiree and I had one with me. I opened it up and started reading…. One hour later…. I closed down on my bible with a heavy sigh from my lungs. My heart was now steady and normal. I looked at the bible again and just smiled, funny how much life it had and no one seems to understand the gravity it has, the amount of life it gives.

You planned the whole damn thing! He pulled out the formula sheet and glared at it. "Then tell me this… Was this real, or was it crap?" Andrew chuckled. "Feel free to ask Henry for a second opinion." Henry frowned and glanced at it, then read aloud, "Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicon, phosphorus…" He stopped reading. He turned to Riker and said, "You've been played for a fool… Let it go!"

“Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?” Lyda closed the book, and Adea could see the design of the cover, which boasted an intricate cross shape just above the words, Holy Bible. She did know what kind of book it was, but she was alarmed nonetheless by the woman’s mention of religious texts. Adea had a bad feeling in her gut that Lyda was trying to pursue her obsession further. “What is this book?” Lyda asked. The elderly woman stared at it in silence for a moment as if trying to find the right words to describe it. “Well, I would say it’s a collective of religious and allegorical texts recounting the long history of Outside culture and the deities they worshiped.”

Leyla before we both moved toward the wooden study tables. Pelin placed the book down with a thud, it was heavy. A faint scent of old parchment wafting into the air. “What is it?” I asked, leaning in closer as she flipped open the heavy cover. “It’s called Beçin Chronicles: A History of the Byzantine Castle and Its Mythical Beings,” she said, her voice hushed, as if someone might sneak up on us, hiding behind the shelves of the library, eavesdropping uninvited.

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

Cut outs from home decorating magazines, information about new appliances, upholstery samples, and furniture. The more photos I look at, the older the contents of the binder look. Old scraps of paper that show names and abilities associated with each. Diagrams on how to connect spells. Notes about elements that don’t exist on the periodic table. The last couple show pieces of scrolls written in ancient languages with unusual symbols and charts. This must be the binder I threw in the fireplace before they could scan everything in.

“I could show you how to create tunes with them.” “Like music?” “Yeah.” He shuffles to the side and I push the door wipe open for him to enter. “Something you can sing to help you remember. It has to be in my room though. We can use the guitar.” “I would like that.” Throwing me a mock salute, he starts for his room and I follow behind, hugging his notebook to my chest. We enter his room. I stop. A small pile of sticky notes sits on his table. I walk towards it and pick one of them. Helium. One of the elements on the periodic table and its properties is written on it.

"The first four journals are from Minister Meath and were penned in quill ink. The succession goes on down your family tree. When a different member takes over the dagger, about every fifty years, the name gets entered at the beginning of the passage. There's dates to confirm, and I matched them to your line. Now, the newer ones use both sides of the paper and change to ballpoint, acclimating to modernization. The verbiage adapts for the times, too, as do descriptions. Yet there are a lot of similarities." He straightened and crossed his arms. "What are you getting at?" "For starters, there's two Bible verses that are repeated throughout all the books. Coincidence? Probably. However, certain

How could she have the guts to eat when Gideon was not eating? She gritted her teeth and put the food package on the container, putting it on the dashboard. Gideon saw what she did and his brow raised, "You are not eating anymore?" Jewel shook her head. "I'll eat later." Sighing, she looked around the dashboard. "Did you bring a Bible? I want to read." Gideon glanced at her for a moment. "In the glove compartment," he said and looked at the road ahead again. She opened the small hinged door on the dashboard and she saw a pocketbook size New Testament. Jewel looked at her husband for a moment before taking the small book and opening it up, reading from the book of Matthew.