Clean Books Novels & Stories

Kate looks down at her largely empty Double Vision Board in her hands and sighs again. She has the magazines and newspapers in this place to blame. The meager library/ coffee table of Camp Unplugged favors Reader’s Digest, Manila Bulletin with its Sunday magazine supplement Philippine Panorama, Woodland Vista’s annual official newsletter, BPI bank’s Buena Mano catalogs of foreclosed real estate properties, and Auto Best Buys, which sells pre-owned cars. Naturally, all the choice cuts have already been taken and all that’s left of some pages are their skeletal frames that tear apart even as she attempts to flip through them.

He opened the black bag behind him, a leather-coated bag strong enough to stop the flow of oxygen in it. Countless grey papers crawled out of the bag, different imprints from different publishing presses on the headings. Though they mostly had the same news and sometimes copied themselves despite the copyright restrictions, it all felt different to my father. “Thanks, Mr. Hazel.” I collected the papers from him, giving him the spare change Dad had left on the dining table before heading for work.

Towards the back, I found more crystals and among them was the high-rank mana accumulator I was looking for. On my way to buy it, I noticed they had a small section of different books for sale. As I looked at what was for sale, I saw they were all to do with magic. Apart from one of them, one was a book on parenting, 'Babies first fire, a new parents guide for newborns. Is this a magic shop or a baby store? I'm glad Larry can't see what book I'm looking at; I just know he would tease me again if he knew...'

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Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.

“Why would you even care if I fuck all your drivers? Am I not a whore? Just what you call me last night?” “Of course you’re a whore. But I don’t want our employees to get infected by a whore’s saliva. You’re dirty and they are clean.” “So we’re the same, huh?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re also a dirty man, right? Fucking different women even when you don’t know them? Is that also inherited to the Rockwell’s blood? To be a whore too by most of women here in Pennsylvania?” Damn her. “I can’t blame them if they enjoy fucking me, Erica. But I just want you to know that I only fuck once. And before I fuck, I make sure that the woman I’m going to pound is clean. How about you? How do you like men

It hadn’t been cleared fully. Most of the books were still in place, she read them slowly according to their names. Botanical encyclopedias. Old medical volumes. Council procedural binders. She exhaled slowly. Police look for weapons, They don’t read footnotes, which is probably why they were still here. She stepped closer and ran her fingers along the spines. Several were worn unevenly like they were pulled often. But the others looked like they were ordered just to fill up space. She slid the first one out.

Some old collections rich people used to show off to their fellow rich people There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the nearest one, it was titled in Latin. Opening the book carefully, the first page was blank except for two black lines that started from the middle of it, it looked like someone had drawn something underneath them. They weren't words

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

I reply, looking over the shelves to the right of me. The guy is quiet for a minute while he considers what I said. He then leads me over to a table with books erratically stacked on top of it. “These are the clearance books. I run a buy one get one on this table. I would recommend getting two that speak to you. Maybe a couple of different genres,” he advises.