Cross Stitch Book By Diana Gabaldon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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They walked out the mansion, with some of the pack members, leaving the territory. Dawn moved in quickly, brightening the whole place. It was almost time for breakfast, Gabi to Davina's room, she gave a knock at the door and waited, only to be greeted by a loud silence. "Davina?" She pulled the door open, walking in. "Davi." She called but couldn't find her anywhere in the room. Gabi walked over to the scattered notes laying on the floor, she picked it up, neatly arranging it on the bed side table. She was about to leave the room when she stepped on something. A golden locket. It had some wierd symbols engraved in it. Gabi held it up. Her eyes scanning it, before placing it on the table and

Most of the books are good old boring history books but there are a few that caught my attention. I reached for a familiar book and I flipped the cover open to see my own handwriting. My eyes slightly widen when I realized that it was the same book I had given Frost when she had locked herself in her temporary chambers after Dorian had attacked her. I can't believe she kept it. A small smile crawled its way up to my lips as I looked back at the shelf and spotted more of the books I'd gifted her. She's even kept the large book about the lands beyond the five Kingdoms.

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

I put my bow away and I made my way back to our manor. “Welcome back, my lady.” Mei greeted me as I entered the gates. I dismounted my horse and Mei took the reins to take him back to the stable. I went inside, took out all of the paper that I used and stacked them all up. All I need to do now is add a cover and stitch the whole book together. I took out some needles and some thread for the book. I had Mei get me some sturdy paper for the cover. I put my bow and basket down and I sat down by the table. I arranged the pages accordingly and I started stitching. It was difficult since the pages were a little thicker because of the dried flowers and herbs but I needed to push through. Mei was ri

’ *** In Dorsal Finn library, Agnes Clutterbuck pushed a small trolley stacked with several neat piles of books. As she approached the section marked Historical Fiction, the wily librarian hummed a happy tune in her mild Scottish accent. As she tapped a silver, thistle-shaped ring against the trolley’s tubular metal frame, the leaden air was lifted by light little chimes. The quilted material of her trademark purple body warmer creaked in time with slow casual movements, and her glasses, hanging from a fine silver chain around her neck, danced in the air as she leaned forward to place a Diana Gabaldon novel on a lower shelf.

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu

That is also the reason why she has been wandering in the library while quickly looking at the books that are trying to take her attention. Then, after a few minutes of looking, Crostelia felt something weird—as if there is a force that she couldn’t see that is trying to take her into a certain location in the library that doesn’t seem too special. So, the girl walked towards the place where her feelings were trying to take her. She took a couple of steps from where she was standing and immediately stopped when she reached the side of the most discreet bookshelf at the back that had a lot of dust. Then, she raised her head. As soon as her eyes lifted up, she caught a faint, silver, twinkling

No one would emerge from this unscathed. "There's more." Horatia prodded with a cheeky smile as she pointed to the center of the book. He tugged a long slender strip of crimson silk out from the center pages. Too long for a bookmark, it was embroidered with silver stars and crescent moons. "I thought you might find other uses for that." Horatia nibbled her lower lip with a gleam in her eyes. Damn the woman, she was perfect. Too bloody perfect. The attention of the others in the room was diverted by Lucinda and Lysandra admiring Audrey's new fawn gloves.