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Someone had not wanted the title visible. Clara pulled it out. The cover was dark leather, undecorated, with no text on the outside. She opened it to the title page. On the Recording of Iterative Experience: A Practitioner's Account. No author listed. No date of publication. The paper was old but not fragile, the kind of old that suggested it had been made to last. She read the first page standing up, alert for other people in this section of the library.

Hello everyone! Sumi-yaah here, the author of 'What Page Are You On, Mr. Male Lead'. First of all, I wanted to thank you for all your support so far. Without you all, I wouldn't have the will to continue this novel at all. On that note, look at our new cover I commisioned from @JEIJANDEE on i*******m. She is a great artist and brought out what I think Heather looked like! What do you think of our new cover?

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“This holds all the answers, El. Well – we think it does, anyway. If this is right – if what it says in here is true – then I think I know what kind of supernatural entity we’re dealing with.” “And you decided not to lead with that?” I asked, somewhere between aghast and amused. He gave an embarrassed half-shrug, his eyes dropping to the book’s worn cover. It was bound in a faded blue cover, and it looked as though it had been well thumbed over the years. There were corners that had been dog-eared, folded over to mark the reader’s place, and there was a large ring-shaped coffee stain on the front cover. “Sorry,” he muttered. I ran my fingers up his arm, a soft, trailing touch that spoke of s

And he had a long nose that looked like a cursive L – L. “Sal Maan Roos Dee. He is a big writer. One of the biggest of all times. This man, see,” revealed my brother, showing the back cover of the book he had in his hands. The passport size photograph of the man on the back cover was exactly like the man I saw in my visions. I AM NOT KIDDING! I mean it! The front cover read: “An Extraordinary Novel” – The New York Review of Books ________________________________________________ MIDNIGHT’S CHILDREN

I scanned the shelves, my eyes tracing the titles and covers in search of the perfect book to momentarily distract me from the reality of my mother's illness. A vibrant book cover caught my attention, a beautiful couple locked in a passionate embrace against a backdrop of rolling hills and a setting sun. "Love's Everlasting Promise" was emblazoned across the top in elegant script. I knew, in that moment, that this was the book that would temporarily fill the void in my heart.

Adrian disagreed. "Read this one." "No." Adrian narrowed his eyes. "You didn't even look at the cover." "I don't need to." "You absolutely do." "I absolutely don't." Adrian held the book higher. The cover depicted a handsome knight carrying a wounded prince through a snowstorm. Cassian stared at it for exactly two seconds. Then he looked away. "No." "You judged it." "I assessed it." "You judged it." "It has a glowing sword on the cover." "The sword is symbolic."

I mumble, heading to my office. I sit down in my chair and put the book on the desk. I look closely at the cover and realize it isn't leather, but some soft dark skin, more on a fur than the normal boom cover. My guess would be some.random animal with fur but I think sime fur isn’t smooth as this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse under my breath. I read the tiny scrawl with widening eyes.

It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”