Chess Books In Pdf Novels & Stories

"All yours." She walks over to dig in her bag as HE stands in the doorway. HIS eyes roam over each curve now revealed as she stoops. Bobby Fischer, Alexander Alekhine, Anatoly Karpov, Magnus Carlsen. HE reads the names of the world's greatest chess players off in HIS mind in attempting to distract HIMSELF from HIS thoughts about KYOLINE.

I hoped whatever I was looking for wasn’t hidden in a fake book—there were thousands of books in here. Knowing my uncle, though, he wouldn’t choose any book. He’d choose something with significance. I checked the sections for his favorite authors. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Taras Shevchenko, Leo Tolstoy, Alexander Dovzhenko…he had a soft spot for Russian and Ukrainian classics. Said they grounded him in his roots. But no, all the books were real. My eyes flitted over the rest of the library and landed on the limited-edition chess set in the corner. The pieces were still arranged in the same pattern from our last game.

"I've already bought off William's men. I have the full records of that shipment in my hands." I arched a brow. "Reliable?" "As long as the money's right, what isn't?" He sneered. "And that idiot Jennifer—she's been posting photos from William's office every day, showing off. Documents, computer screens, contracts—everything's crystal clear in her pictures. She thinks she's flaunting her romance, but she's really just putting the evidence on display." I couldn't help but laugh. After straightening my clothes, I returned to the apartment.