Burned Book Review Novels & Stories

this words were little but it sent heavy shivers down my spine. "Here we go, we have to find what's wrong with you? And secondly whatever is wrong with you would have to flushed out with this or burned out, which do you choose?"She explained as she had her eyes on the book that she was reading, I was a bit skeptical about the two methods she was going to use. "I don't know what's inside here so I agree to the fact that you're going to burn it out" I uttered having had enough liquid for the day.

I held that nozzle down and kept the flame there and didn’t stop until I’d coated him head to toe with flames that looked like the purest, cleanest things I’d ever seen. The man in yellow, painted in vibrant shades of red and orange, stood there and burned. No screams of rage or pain, no thrashing or wailing. He just stood there, on that stage, burning. When the flames touched that book, it exploded. No shit. It leaped into flame and exploded. For a moment its flames looked bright green, as if something foul and poisonous was burning.

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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.

Then I flopped back against the cushions with a frustrated huff, reopening my book—only to realize I’d completely lost my place. “Infuriating,” I muttered. And this time, there was no denying it.

He said it flat, almost rehearsed, like he'd practiced the sentence in the car on the way over so it wouldn't come out sounding as broken as it actually was. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of pages turning. Somewhere down the hall, I could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator, ordinary and out of place against the weight of what we were holding. George read over my shoulder, his jaw tightening with every page. "This isn't just leverage against you, Darian. This is a live confession of a crime. If this is accurate, Selena poisoned you deliberately, over years, and your mother buried it instead of reporting it."

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

"I tried drying with iron, but I burned the pages." Who dries a book with an iron? Couldn't he borrow my hair dryer? "My book. Where is it?" "Wait here." He ducked into his room whilst I tried to control my anger. Alina, it was just a book. It didn't matter. You could buy another. You could read it again and paste the notes. But that was my book. Nobody messes with my book. He burnt my book. He murdered my book. He was a murderer. "Your book." I stared at the almost destroyed cover and opened to find dark brown iron marks and spilled coffee marks. "We will go to book shopping."

I had encountered so many struggles and setbacks, so many witches and humans alike in the course of studying the magical text for harnessing its magic. Martin's gaze shifted between me and the book beside him, its pages now devoid of the once potent words that had guided my journey. Without hesitation, I blinked at the parchment, and it ignited into flames, the flickering fire consuming the last remnants of its usefulness. "Why did you burn it?" Martin protested, his voice tinged with disbelief. "It serves me no longer," I replied coolly, my words laced with conviction. “I bet it could have been useful to another,” Martins persisted.

Division 24 The man looked confused. "The deaths? It has been peaceful in this area." Beatrice frowned. "How so." She mumbled to see a figure leave the church through the other door close to a burner. "Ha! Something is burning." She said, and the father turned to have his eyes widened. They both walked to the pulpit of the church and behold a book was on the burner while the fiery fire burned. Father Jude had gone to bring water to quench the fire and when the fire that had been burning was quenched, Beatrice squinted her eyes to see that three of the books in the burner had burnt to ashes but one had not burned..not a single scratch on its body.