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Yet… even after all that security, I felt vulnerable and defeated as the memories of the people being slaughtered and sheer demonic violence rushed into my head as I leafed through the burnt pages of that book. The book was last rented by a girl preparing for the medical entrance exam to bring her family out of poverty and permanently shift to Arginieth to have a better life. Seems this was the last book she would ever rent. Not just her body, but her dreams and the future of her family buried under this debris with this book. I looked at the sky and took a deep breath. “What’s the point?” I mumbled to myself as I threw the book back into the mountain of debris, which had once been a temple

Becky excitedly asked. “No, my dear. For this, you need to have strong faith in the favorable result. The result of your faithful wars will solely depend on your imagination. The book only turns your faith into reality. It will help you to know what challenges, destiny is giving but you can’t access all the miseries together. The book will reveal, when the time comes or when you will get the clues of the upcoming challenges. Make sure, you have faith in your powers and abilities to turn the most miserable situations into your favor”. The lady shed light on the details of the book.

And the pond. Sighing, she slipped farther down into the cushions of the couch, lifting the book to cover the cheeks she knew were flaming from the memory. She didn’t know how much of her body he’d seen, but it was so very improper. Yet, why did she receive flutters in her stomach every time she thought about how he wanted to take a bath with her and wash her body? Loud footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the library and she straightened to see who was coming to invade her private time. When Rebecca and Anna walked through the door, Emmie sat up straight and slipped back into her role.

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Like a real image was drawn on the page. I looked closely, and a soft gasp left my lips. It was a woman. Me. And in the image, I was wielding a dark sword. Someone was by my side too. Zeke. I frowned, feeling confused. “Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked the book. It gave no reaction. But that was only for a moment before it began flipping its pages again. Okay, this time words were written on the page. “The beginning.” I read aloud.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

"You didn't just bring us a blank book, did you? You brought us the Casting Bed." The stranger smiled—a small, bittersweet curve of his lips that looked entirely too much like my father’s face when an audit went according to plan. "A book cannot exist without an imprint, Sovereign. You refused the Spire, you refused the Fourteenth Seat, and you burned the Third Party. You’ve defaulted on every landlord the system has to offer. But the ink has to go somewhere. If it doesn't stay on the page, it fills the harbor." The Strategy of the Deep Margin

"I’m in here!" "You have to manifest it," he said. "Think of the revenge you want. Think of the pain he caused us. Use that energy to pull the pen into the code." Suddenly, the floor shook. The floating books began to catch fire. From the shadows, the "Happy Assets" from Lagos began to crawl out. They didn't have faces. They were just gray shapes with wide, painted smiles.

They looked fragile and important. Toni was looking around the apartment. He was tense as fuck. He didn't want to be here one bit, but of course he wouldn't let her come alone. He also wouldn't come by himself or not let her go at all. He knew this was important to her. It's for Ash afterall. "What have you brought for me?" I pulled her attention to me. "Okay so there's this book that mentions barriers. Then there is this book that mentions dark magic. Finally this one mentions filtering magic. I can't read it all, just pick up a few words here and there." She explained, pointing to each book as she went.

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.