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Jake walked to his laptop and googled a whole lotta crazy scenarios like schezophrenia, personality disorder and even crazy itself but none of it was completely relating to what was happening to him. “Shit!” He closed his laptop and that's when he saw it. Lying just an inch away from behind the laptop; its tattered edges and broadness with the dark old cover and the distinct golden embossed symbol on top of it of the pentagram. The book.

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She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

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In her hands was the red book cover, torn in two, and the original book cover was finally able to breathe after years of being hidden; in the middle of the original black book cover was a gold symbol. “Bingo.” * “Okay,” Arrow sighed, hovering over the book. “What the Hell is that?” “This,” Chelsa said, her smile never leaving her face. All of us still in that abandoned and underground room, hovering over this book; I held my flashlight up and over the top, letting the gold symbol glint and gleam. “Is a symbol-” “Duh, Chelsa,” Arrow rolled his eyes and I smacked in the arm. “Continue,” I smiled and nodded to Chelsa, she smiled back and continued.

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" Good luck. - Thanks. He brushed my cheek lightly, almost like he was stroking a amulet. “I'm glad you're here, Tezzie. I chose a chair near the back, leaving Damien's fans the best seats, and also curious to watch the audience. I grabbed a handful of bookmarks and I watched one of them; I saw that the design was simple, attractive, and effective. On one side it showed Wild Fire; O another brought the covers of previous books and a short synopsis of each one, in addition to talking about the

It is also known as BTS (Burma Translation Society) building, metaphorically known as the “Palace of Literature.” The Sarpay Beikman’s structure is impressive because of its logo: there is an open book, and in the middle of the book masonry is a pen, which radiated the rays of light from the black page to the white page. For decades, it has drawn loyal followers and patrons who visit the place regularly to buy or borrow books from its public library on the second floor. From the Weekly Gazetteer panel, one could tarry into other display panels in the bookshop, which includes sections on fiction, non-fiction, and poetry books which were relatively cheap in prices, compared with other bookshop

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.