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“Indeed, the book is older than your grandmother and I, but it was her favorite… and your mother too. They loved the story a lot.” “Oh?” hearing that, it piqued her interest and she slowly started to flip the pages, wanting to know what was written on it, still she couldn’t. It was in a foreign language, but it did have a little English here and there. “What language is this, grandpa?” “It was called broken English. It was coiled from a mixture of three languages. Written by a lady whose wedding day was turned into a bloodbath.” “Wow, that must be very interesting.”

She took a deep breath before gathering her senses to swallow whatever the truth he was going to open up in front of her. The old man grabbed one of the books behind him and opened the page sliding it in front of Alice who frowned not understanding even a single word written on the book. It was the language used by the wolves in ancient times, she squinted her eyes trying to understand even a single syllabus but it was impossible for her to read after all only those who had the years long study experience with this language could read it. "This book is the answer to your every question." He mumbled pointing at the page he laid in front of the confused woman, Alice still didn't understand him

Maybe I could use this to my advantage. Releasing my arm, he moves towards a shelf and I rub my arm. Damn bastard. I glare at his back, wanting him to spontaneously combust and turn to ash. He turns around, approaching the reading table and placing the book down. “Which language is this?” he opens it to a random page, “read this to me.” Is this a trick question? Seriously. “Dragon.” I say, and he nods his head. Pointing to a paragraph. I read the paragraph first.

Giving me an odd look, he asks, “Can you even read this?” I nod and look at him confused, “Can you not?” Bryan looks at me like I’m dumb, “It is in another language. I’m not sure what it is written in.” “It looks like English to me,” I tell him. Bryan looks surprised, “Maybe it has to do with magic then.” He closes the book as I get out plates for our food.

"It's a tribal language for vampire tribes. My father taught me a lot of tribal languages when I was a young wolf." I flip to the next page, and there's another writing. "Do you believe in rebirth? If not, you cannot access this book." I shake my head in denial and flip through the rest of the pages, only to find them blank. Perfect waste of time. I slide the book back onto the shelf and take a book on cyclones instead. "I'll settle for this tonight," I say, raising the book, but her gaze remains fixed on The Book of Reborns. After a moment, she peels her eyes off it, nods at me, and returns to her chair.

”What book is that any-” Kartika who sees the cover of the book directly smacks their heads really hard that they pass out. Herman then takes the book and opens it. “Oh, it’s just a translated comic to English (Localization, the real script is in Indonesia).” He scans the comic by opening the pages slowly. ”Hang on, why do I feel something strange on this book?” He scans it by opening the pages faster and slams the comic to the floor. ”Ieu mah komik bokep, njir!” Herman exclaimed irritatedly. Err, should I really translate it? Here’s a hint for ya, "bokep" means porn.

It is a Volapuk, an Esperanto established by a deliberate convention between those who cultivate that discipline. That is why these books are easier to translate from one language to another. Actually, in every country these are written almost entirely in the same language. That being the case, men who speak the authentic language in which they are apparently written often find these books to be hermetic, unintelligible, or at least very difficult to understand.” “In all fairness, I must admit you are right and also tell you I am beginning to perceive certain mysteries in the verbal relationships between individuals that I had

“I really want to get cleaned up.” I don’t take the book with me when I go back to the living room. Bowden has a single bookcase filled with books in a variety of languages, but none of them is in English. I remember my tutor attempting to teach me Latin, but it was a lost cause. I had no interest in it.

“But let’s be smart. There might be more information in that book, like how to stop it for good. What if we just run to Orion with panic and half the details?” Kira hesitated, her mouth opening and closing again. “You’re right.” I nodded. “Let’s look again. There has to be something. A weakness. Or a ritual. Something.” We reopened the book. The chapter was long, and the ink had faded in parts. I reached for a pen and a notebook from the nightstand and began writing the key things down as Kira translated the old language. It wasn’t modern English, more like a mix of Latin and ancient symbols. But she was good at it.

I stop my faintest admiration of her gorgeous face and stalk further into the room. I pause by the shelf where the hierarchy of werewolves books are and I pick the one my father had written about us. Unfortunately, Rain will not understand the wordings because it's written in our ancient language—- Amidelik. “Strange words. I can't understand them.” She says, mindlessly touching the pages of the book.