Burn Book Quotes Novels & Stories

Fate stopped right outside the fire surrounding them and looked at him. "Dead don't live among the living. It's such a simple rule" Lucus said as his hands began burning. "Wait- His skin is burning!" Vivian said "What are you doing?! Snatch your Antabulam away from him! You're hurting, Death!" Fate shouted. "Why is that happening?" Vivian asked. "If the book burns completely, he'll die!!" Fate shouted.

"I told you, it was on the shelf in your study." Alexander's eyes snapped back to mine, "You shouldn't have been able to see it, talk less of touch it." A shiver ran down my spine as Alexander's words echoed in my mind. I stared at the book in my hand. What was so special about this burnt book? Is it more important than the fact that someone or something almost killed me? "Give me the scroll I gave you days ago?”

I cut her off before she could say a word after she took my words as offense. “Touche,” she replied, her voice steady but laced with a hint of defensiveness. “What kind of help will you offer?” she questioned. “A help that you won’t be able to resist,” I muttered smugly as I brought out an old and worn-out book from my coat pocket and showed it to her. It is the book that I acquired from Beta Alek, the one that he entrusted me to burn. However, after reading its contents, how could I bring myself to burn a valuable book such as this?

Just a few lines. *I was the flame you all feared. I was the ember no one claimed. But I chose to burn anyway. *And beneath that, scrawled in a child’s messy hand: “We’re still burning. For you.”

They forgot—I am the flame. And flames don't die. They just find new ways to burn.

And on the trees, burned into the bark, was a single message written in searing black flame: “Bargain, or burn.”

“Everything you've been doing, I know it all. You won't get to silence me anymore.” He laughed then, but it was flat and brittle. “You sound like a revolutionary in a novel, Kael. That book club must have done enough on you. Fight if you must, but remember that those who fight with matches against oil-fields end up in ash. You will either be burned, or you will learn to wield fire differently.” “Maybe I’ll learn,” I said. “Or maybe I’ll light a torch that the whole world can see.” Karl’s face hardened. “You’ll learn that not every wound needs to be scabbed open.”

Entire paragraphs written like someone had lived through days and nights with this book as their only company. On the edge of one page, someone had scribbled in large bold letters: NOTE TO SELF: NEVER SUMMON A BONE SERPENT IN THE BATHHOUSE. CLEAN-UP TAKES HOURS. A laugh almost slipped out, but I swallowed it. This wasn’t just a spellbook. It was personal. I turned to the back, where one of the later pages was blank except for a single phrase written in looping script: If you’re reading this, don’t trust the quiet forests.

"Don't say I didn't offer. What are we going with?" "I say truth," Law states. Jeremiah and Jackson nod and Ezekiel reaches into the bowl. He unfolds the paper, smiles when he reads what's on it. "What in your web browser would be embarrassing if someone saw it?" he reads. "Okay, guess I'll go first. Um, I have a folder in my bookmarks bar titledHands." We all burst out laughing. "What the hell does that even mean?" Laury asks. "Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain."

“I will never forgive you for this.” But I stood up anyway. Because I’m an idiot. Because it's Kai. And also because he was already turning off the lights, leaving only the warm orange glow of his living room lamps. The karaoke screen lit up the space like a spotlight. He pulled out a candle from the shelf and used his phone flashlight to “ignite” it, holding it up like a true fanboy. “You’re insane,” I said. “You’re the star,” he replied. I scrolled until I found something dumb. Something harmless.