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She contemplated returning some of the items but it would be a waste of time and energy, so she opted for using Aslan's card after all, he gave it to her. *** "Is there any bookstore around here?" Najmah questioned Wahim as he loaded their shopping bags into the trunk of the car. "Yes ma'am," he replied. "Would you like me to take you there?" "Yeah," she nodded. "That would be great." Najmah slid into the car and Wahim drove her to the bookstore which was a few minutes drive from the mall. She got down from the car and went into the store together with Hilal who was busy munching on a chocolate bar.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

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And she would never leave this god's forgotten place. We reach the main crossroad and as always, I turn left and Keenan goes right. He gives me a soft smile and ruffles my hair playfully, then heads to the butcher to sell the deer's antlers and skin to get some money. I, on the other hand, go straight home.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

I pull away. "Not here." I can feel my face cool down. "Then, let's go back to the room." Jack whispers huskily. The offer is tempting, then my stomach growls. I'm hungry for two reasons. One, because my mate is sexy as ever. Two, because I haven't eaten in four hours. "Are you hungry?" Jack plays with my hair. I nod. "KFC?" I smile. After ordering, we eat in the car. We pass cute stores, filled with anything and everything. There is a store called, I'm So Booked! It was a calendar and a book store. I laugh at the clever word play.

I was ready to comment on the short leash when a man stopped Tohr and asked for a moment, according to Tohr. I took the opportunity to look over several more stalls without worrying about Tohr buying them out if I seemed slightly interested. I looked over the fabrics and the beautifully crafted vases. I was sniffing cautiously at several of the bottles when I recognized the merchant as the distraction that I had used to leave the village. His beast recognized me as well because it made a low rumble and purred, trying to move towards me. I couldn't help giving him a little head scratch as I nodded to the stunned handler.

"Hello, Boss." Martin instantly answered his phone while keeping a watchful eye on the bookstore's main door. "Where is she?" Byron directly asked about Abigail's whereabouts. "She's in the bookstores with Maggy right now," Martin replied calmly as he waited for his Boss to talk further. "Alright, never lift your sight from her and send me the store address for now." He ordered, making him instantly agree, even though he didn't understand what he would do with the address.

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

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’.