Cimorelli Books Novels & Stories

Balancing on an old, loose stepladder, Melissa explored the top shelves of a bookcase. - No. The raven pretended to be asleep, occasionally opening one eye and watching. “Yes, she is here, mistress. The brownie deftly climbed to the very top and pulled out a voluminous leather-bound book. - Bring it faster. Curiosity flared in bright blue eyes. - Now we will find out who fell under the heavy wheels of fate. Mila ran her fingers over the binding lovingly. “They say that this is the skin of a higher demon,” she opened the table of contents with anticipation and ran her finger through the sections.

He quietly speaks so as not to disturb my line of concentration. The further I walk down the line of shelving the older the books become and the deeper the vibration and thrum become. It echoes through me and my skin prickles with goosebumps. Like a siren's silent song, I hear the whispers of ancient words. “Do you hear it?” I ask Crimson. “I hear it,” and I just catch the frown that covers his expression when the beat of the thrum turns to whispers and then becomes clearer. I stop when the voices are the loudest. Reaching up I pluck a book from the shelf. But the book is plain and when I open the pages, they are blank. The voices still whisper words I don’t understand.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.