Books With Dogs On The Cover の小説・ストーリー

"But mostly the ones about animals. And space. And animals in space." "Are there books about animals in space?" Patricia looked at me with genuine curiosity. "There's one about a dog who goes to the moon. We've read it approximately four hundred times." I smiled despite myself. "August has memorized it. He corrects me when I try to skip pages." "That's not skipping. That's ruining it." August said this with complete seriousness and Patricia laughed, a real laugh, surprised out of her. She covered her mouth with her hand like she hadn't expected the sound.

"Let's see what was worth hiding." He pulled the first book over. It was a ledger of some sort, boring and financial. He set it aside. He reached for the second book. It was smaller, bound in cracked red leather. There was no title on the spine, but the cover... Jael went still. "Amalia," he said softly. "Look at this." Amalia leaned in, swallowing a bite of her sandwich. Burned into the leather cover was a drawing. It was stylized, ancient, but the subject was unmistakable. A wolf. A wolf with fur depicted by jagged, flame-like strokes.

I ran to the romance shelf first and started checking from side to side and I still did not see anything. I sighed in confusion because I had thought that I was going to see the clue in the romance section. I went to the section for fantasy books and I kept checking each side of a book, my eyes caught on a very attractive cover and I smiled before pulling it out. The cover was so beautiful and I read the title, 'Curse Of The Wolves'. It was written by my favorite author in the world, Jane Doe. I had read all of her books and all are a masterpiece and I had no doubt that the one I held in my hands was going to be a great read as well.

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.

Wheezing, I took the book from her and she forced me to lie down on the bed with her as she cuddled with a pillow, placing the full portion under her chin and against her chest. I looked at the title. ‘The Good Wolf-Beast.’ The cover had a blue moon lit in the backdrop of a blue starry night. The stars had smiley faces and there was a vicious-looking werewolf kind of thing with sharp claws, a drooling crocodile-ish mouth, with thin red eyes and it seemed to be howling to the moon itself. One of the stars was in its hand, with a sad face and unlike the others stars, the wolf was squeezing it uncomfortable. I checked the blurb on the back cover to be sure it wasn’t a horror book. Still, I coul

For over an hour, they had sat in the sitting room as Sofia had pointed at all the dogs she hoped to own one day. There had been a Jack Russell, cocker spaniel, Chihuahua, Pomeranian, Dachshund, Saint Bernard, German Shepherd, in fact, the girl had pointed to every single breed of dog in the book and simply stated she wanted each one. She had a feeling the moment Sofia unleashed all her cuteness, Dmitry had no chance.

“That’s what these faeries do. They want people to follow their orders, their rules, their say-so, but when it’s their turn, they hide behind some guy they tricked into servitude.” The dogs calmed, and Beki barked at them to move aside. A heartbeat later, the nearest one bowed its head and stepped backward to reveal a gap in the bookshelves. “Thank you,” I said and meant every word. Griff and I walked side by side through the space between the dogs, whose bodies drifted over us like the morning fog. They weren’t Hellhounds. Hellhounds were hot and smelled of brimstone. These creatures seemed to be made of something much colder than smoke.

“Mondrian’s bond with you strengthens all of us.” I didn’t believe him. His tone was too odd—desperate even. But before I could press him further, his expression shifted. “Found something,” he said, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. Immediately my suspicions were thrown out the window as I dived for the book, excitement fueling my being as it read: History of Blessed Wolves—white and Black.

The titles immediately caught my eye: The Myths of Moonsdale, The Wolves of the Moonlight, The Moon’s Chosen. “These are about your pack, aren’t they?” I asked, pulling one of the books from the shelf. “Some of them,” he said, stepping closer. “Most of it’s exaggerated or romanticized, but there’s a little truth in there too.” I flipped through the pages, mesmerized by the intricate illustrations of wolves under moonlight and detailed depictions of pack hierarchies. “Can I borrow one?” I asked. His lips curved into a small, genuine smile. “Take as many as you want.”