Burn Book Quotes Novels & Stories

he read aloud as he traced the stamp with his index finger. I sat there helpless as he took the book back and checked it out with the librarian. I just sat there. Then, the second stanza started coming back to me, “It's the fire that fuels your soul, Your passion, your heart, your goal. Let it shine bright, let it shine far, And light the way, near and far.” I knew not what fuelled his jealousy and unnecessary hate, but I focused on it that day and it was the fuel for what I did that day.

“How inspiring. Truly. Maybe next time you’ll hand out nappies and bibs too?” More laughter. He held the note up between two fingers, turning toward the candlelight. “Let’s burn that nonsense before someone mistakes us for a choir.” He pressed the paper into the flame. It curled, blackened, and disintegrated — ash flaking into his palm. The laughter dimmed slowly. Elowyn’s jaw clenched. Her chest rose and fell once, hard. Then she smiled again — small, steady, dangerous. “Well,” she said softly, loud enough to carry. “Guess even words burn brighter than some people’s courage.”

Chapter 04 "She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." ― Charles Bukowski The lark had made an appearance just when I started to lose faith in myself; as if he were a sign from The Mother to make me get going, and not to let morbid thoughts imprison me in a hopeless state of mind. I had to make it in time, there was no way that I was to leave them waiting, and thus angering the spirits of the woods. I've got this.

“Then find me something they can’t burn.” ----

Raven took one, struck it, and stared at the flame. It felt symbolic. It felt final. She touched the flame to the ledger, and it curled inward immediately. Fire licked up the edge of the page, consuming names and numbers and signatures. Jaxon stood beside her, watching the fire devour the past. "One page won’t save us," he said. "But it’s a start." Raven nodded. "We’ll build the rest together." The flames crackled louder. The smoke rose, curling in the air like the last of their denials. They said nothing more as the book burned, and the room filled with the scent of scorched truth.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

“But if we don’t stop him, everything will burn.” ---

“Knock next time. Or better yet—don’t come in at all.” He leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest, completely at ease. “You giggled. I figured you were either dying or doing something interesting.” My cheeks heated. “I was reading.” His gaze dropped pointedly to the book cover, then back to my face. “Yeah. I noticed.” “Don’t,” I warned. “Don’t what?” he asked innocently. “Comment on it. Judge it. Breathe near it.” A low chuckle slipped out of him. “Enemies to lovers?” he guessed. “Classic.”

"Blaze, huh? That's a nice name. But… do you think I'm just a useless phoenix?" Before I could answer, he kept going. "Raven used to say I was worthless, and all I did was make her hotter and more miserable, unlike Snowviper. "She said I ruined her life. She plucked out my feathers one by one. She stabbed me with needles, snapped my beak with pliers, and broke my wings. Then she threw me outside to die. Am I really nothing compared to Snowviper? Why did you choose me? Why would you want a useless phoenix like me?"

It was a pointless effort since I had decided not to interfere with the draw from the very beginning. I could still recall the scorching flames from my past life. I clenched my fists to stop my body from trembling. I had been reborn, so I resolved never to humble myself before that miserable wretch again. Oliver was leading Ella by the hand. He stopped directly in front of me, and his tone was dripping with mockery. "You were the one to put forward the draw for the Madre selection, Cynthia. You're not planning to spout that ridiculous claim that 'only you can lift my curse,' right?"