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He bounced on his feet like the sugar had just kicked in. "There’s a book! And stickers! And crayons! And—wait—look! This medal!" He held it up again like I hadn’t already seen it. "Miss Tara said I got it 'cause I read the most books! Even more than Jake! And you know what? She said, "I ask the best questions in class." I crouched beside him, letting him pull out each item one by one. He kept talking. "This one’s a puzzle. I think it’s a rocket. I’m gonna build it when we get home. And this coloring book? It’s got dragons in it! Real ones! With fire and wings and teeth!"

I turned it to the side where there is no dirt and wipe the book using it. I saw a black cover with gold linings and designs. I touch the ribbons that are placed in some of the pages. There are symbols located at the bottom part of the cover, carved and painted in the color of gold, but I don’t understand what it means. I looked at the back but there were just designs. I tried opening it but there’s a metal lock on the side. Huh? Was this… a secret book? It kinda looked like a grimoire.

he prompted excitedly. “Okay..,” I mused tentatively and pulled on the string. The box opened to reveal a three-dimensional book with the theme of "My home". The images were made to protrude from the pages. The coloring was very decent and everyone in the picture has their names tagged above their heads. Dwayne came over to look at the picture as well. I was standing with my hands draped around Maverick’s shoulders while my mother and Ashley were standing beside us and both Jared and Dwayne were standing on either side. The dogs were also included in the picture.

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

The pages are a yellowish-brown color with perfect handwriting. “So in the books are not these particular wolves, but there are others. All animals but with an upgrade.” He turns the page of one book and there is something that looks like a cat or a tiger but bigger. There’s something scribbled next to the paws I pick up the book to get a closer look. ‘Silver claws’ it says. “This cat has silver claws?” I ask and Kristy takes the book from my hands wanting to take a look herself. “Yes but that’s not all. May I?” the doctor says holding out his hand to Kristy and she hands the book back to him. He flickers through the pages and stops tapping on the book before turning it to us. We see a drawi

“How about we do some colouring now?” “Yay!” The kids chorused. Damon sat beside me, handing me a book after. “Do you want to do some colouring? You must be getting bored.” “Actually,” I snatched the book, “I am not. It has been fun to see you act like a…” “Like a what?” he inquired, one of his brows lifted.

"Really? You found some?" Prince Ron nodded. "Look." He placed all four books on the bed. Each one was a different colour, Red, Blue, Purple and White.

Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.

But one caught my eye: a pink book, which looked completely out of place. It was tucked between two thick volumes, its cover wrinkled and faded at the edges. My curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself reaching for the book. On the cover, was a cartoon illustration of a bear and a tiger. A children's book? Why did someone like Xeros have a book like this inside his study? I flipped it open, turning the pages absentmindedly as some words began to register in my mind with a vague sense of familiarity. As I turned another page, my fingers brushed against something thick… a folded piece of drawing paper folded in half and tucked carefully between two pages.

Back to the front cover. Kenneth gave me this book as a present. For drawing purposes, I know it's a sketchpad with white blank papers. Just ordinary... Yet now, I'm witnessing with my own two eyes how the plain abstract cover erased its colors, transforming into something red with cursive design at the center. Written in thick italic letters, THE BOOK OF STRINGS wrote itself as if there's an invisible hand with golden ink writing them. If I'm in my right state of mind, I would have screamed, tuck my tails, and bolt to ask for help. But I did nothing of those...