Dan Brown Book Novels & Stories

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

Although he can't leave here, like me, who knows what he gets up to in his spare time. "Not quite," he says, holding up the book so the cover faces me. On it, is the name Shinee in bright golden letters surrounded by dark tinted italic pattern swirling around like magic. It looks similar in configuration to mind. "It's a book, on your mate." I echo my thoughts, curious about getting my hands on it. "So, basically the same premise of mine? Isn't this like some kind privacy breach?" Damon shrugs his shoulders. As if he cares.

She shook her head at her family when they all laughed, the tension that had been running through them dissipating as they all stared at Daniel. "Where would we even buy all this stuff?" Clary asked, her eyes lingering on the book list. She was intrigued by the potion book, wondering if they had the same potions in this other dimension or if she could learn anything new from it. "I haven't got a clue, but I'd like to get my hands on that Art of Defense book," Damon said, wondering who this guy was and what qualified him to write a book about defense, maybe he was some bigshot fairy in this other dimension. It sounded fascinating and he was always looking for new techniques.

A page where Darian had scribbled some words came to view. "She is like a drug… And I'm addicted." Damian raised a brow in interest, as he slowly picked the book up. "There you are, bastard brother of mine. Keep the book down." A voice boomer behind him.

Dan said, and I nodded. Soon after, we got to section B-2, and Beta Dan started pulling out some books. “I believe these ones are more likely to have what you’re looking for,” he said, handing me a book and another while he himself kept busy studying a page. I started to fiddle with the first book, scrolling page by page. The images and writing fonts were good, but not what I came for, so my interest dwindled. I believe I was reading something about rogues from the eastern side when I started to feel woozy, my eyes heavy and battling to stay open.

She wasn't trying to make an effort to look good, it doesn't matter anymore. She moved slowly, like her body was conserving whatever little energy her heart had left. On the bedside table sat the books she’d bought earlier. She reached for The Da Vinci Code, the familiar weight of it grounding her. Dan Brown had always had a hold on her. This would be her second time reading this particular book, and for some reason she was excited to just get lost in this book. A world where puzzles mattered more than people’s intentions. She climbed onto the bed, propped her back against the headboard, and began to read.

He reached up, gently touched the blood on her lip. “The Auditor,” Dante whispered. “The bone bread. The Pantry.” “You remember?” June asked, tears streaming down her face. “I remember everything,” Dante said. He pulled her close. “The rewind… it didn’t work. We stayed together.” Marcus and Raven got to their feet, looking exhausted but grinning. “That was close,” Marcus said. “I almost forgot how to do math for a minute.” June checked her belt. The Golden Book was still there, but it had changed. The cover wasn’t gold anymore—it was dark, rich soil. The pages were thin slices of dried wood. The book felt alive.

“Zoe spent nights in the rain pursuing Greg back then. Now, she’s just trying to climb up the ranks! She’s just a low-level employee from a humble background. She’s not fit to be your Donna!” A photo slipped from her fingers, its yellowed pages showing me drenched in rain, hair plastered to my face, stubbornly staring at a single point, looking utterly miserable. Greg’s eyes widened sharply, and his fingers curled unconsciously into a fist. “Loving someone isn’t a mistake.” Julian’s voice rang out, steady and calm. He held my hand tightly as he said, “The mistake is someone taking advantage of that love, enjoying it while letting a third party interfere.”

Birds had nested in the dashboard. At midday, they stopped to eat. Damon pulled from his pack a battered copy of *Watership Down*, which he’d scavenged from a burned library two towns back. He read aloud as they chewed dried fruit and jerky, his voice soft and oddly reverent. It was the only book they’d kept, after the world ended. As he read, Elena watched Donovan run perimeter checks, ever alert. She wondered if this vigilance would ever break, if he could ever trust in the possibility of a future. Damon caught her glance and folded the book shut, reading her mind as always.

Cass looked her over but frowned when she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “I had another nightmare. It was so terrible and so real,” Dannie said, now feeling the urge to cry. “When I woke up I...I wasn’t in my room.” She took a breath and focused on Cass. “I was in the infirmary with that book, the deabru magic one, in front of me.” “What?” Cass said and her brow furrowed and gave Dannie an odd look. “The black book, you mean the one Sara used to—”