Books Of The Odyssey Romane & Geschichten

Lexi was too engaged with Jinx to notice Wound had dumped the giant tome on the table right through him. "Yeah, that was the idea," Jinx admitted. He half stood up to try and see the book's pages. "But how about you tell me what's going on in that warped mind of yours?" "This is the Book of Changes, only one in this dimension." Wound began showing Jinx the pages of the book that kept shifting with different words. "You aren't showing him that!" Lexi knew exactly what book he was standing in the middle of now that it was brought to his attention. "Topsiders are never supposed to see it. Jinx doesn't need any more bad luck!" He tried to cover it with spirit hands.

He turned his head to look back at both Selene and Drath. “My reasons are none of your concerns, my daughter will not die, nor will she mate a surface dweller. None of that matters now, I am one step closer to finding what I have been looking for.” The Ocean God said turning to look at both, the Moon Goddess, and the Dragon King. He pulled out a very old book. It was super thin and look like it would fall apart if it was handled roughly. The Moon Goddess recognized it immediately and stepped back. “What, how didn’t you find it? How did you even get close to it?” The Moon Goddess stuttered looking at the book.

“I just wanted to change the environment a bit. You’ve gotten your wolf dragon now. So there is nothing taking us back there.” Nyxoria looked down at the worn-out book still in her hands, her fingers gently running across the rough, faded cover. “So, are you the owner of this book?” she asked curiously once again. Ora stepped closer and gently took the book from her hands, flipping it open with practiced fingers. “What do you think?” she asked. “These are poems. Very old ones.” “Do you understand the writing? The language looks strange to me,” Nyxoria asked, tilting her head.

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

“So what does this mean? And where are the other two books? Also can you tell me what this book is and what it does?” “I don't really know the entire story behind this book but from the vague description I received from the previous high priestess, the book is said to hold the power to collapse the foundation of every teaching we taught you. But not only that, if all books are opened, they will also remove the gateway between this realm and the other and that would allow the other entities to manifest, so I ask of you, collect the books. Last time, one was recorded to be in Egypt within the tomb of Ozymandus the second.”

"Hm, you know what? Fuck it, I can have favorites, too. So, yeah, it's a tie between the one on my back, and Scylla and Charybdis." "Who and who?" "These sea monsters..." She used her left hand to trace the full-sleeve piece on her right arm. "Scylla and Charybdis from Homer's 'Odyssey.'" "Feel free to judge me for what I'm about to say, but the Homer I'm most familiar with is the yellow cartoon character from Springfield." Laughing, she called me 'cute'—but 'ignorant' would've been more apt in my opinion. "No worries. Like I love reading, but an Ancient Greek epic poem isn't my cup of tea. Only reason I picked it up was because..."

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

More, and more. End of Book 1

He yawned, it was time to sleep, one needed strength to conquer the challenges that would come up the next day. He closed the book and looked at its cover with mixed emotions. Rubbing his hand over it, and observing the ancient book, he sighed, though not out loud. He kept it back in the box where he had brought it from, then he retired to bed, memories rushing into his mind like an endless wind and he couldn't help of think of himself....and his past.