Dan Brown Books In Order Novels & Stories

The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe) Book 1: Tryss (In Progress) Book 2: Reya (In Progress) Book 3: Raven (In Progress)

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

This journal had really become a trusted friend, the one common denominator in all her travels. She turned back the heavy leather cover, and the pages crinkled. She looked at her handwriting, flipping through the pages, and noticed how it had already changed. All the different types of inks, of pens….Some of the pages were soiled by now, covered in dirt stains or wine spills. The pages had become thick, too, from water stains and dampness. The journal already felt as if it were a thousand years old. She was shocked at how thick it had become. Had she really done all this? The pages were getting completely filled, and Caitlin had to keep turning to find a blank page. Finally, she did. She too

"Same here! I think I remember you from the Homecoming Tailgate. Are you dating the fullback?" "My sister isn't...wasn't..." "No need to explain," she chuckled. "I can already sense the drama." "You have no idea." She managed to find all the books and authors I mentioned. By the time we reached the counter, I was holding a small stack of books. As we passed the last shelf, she halted and asked, "Do you like Dan Brown?" "I haven't read anything by him yet—" "What!" She exclaimed, as though I had committed a grave sin. "So, you've read Aldous Huxley and the Jack Reacher series, but you've never delved into the world of the brilliant Robert Langdon?" She gasped as if my omission were a crime.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

"I was normal before this month. Maybe cursed, but not like this." "Cursed how?" "I've always had nightmares," she admitted. "Voices. Fire. And sometimes I wake up with my hands glowing." Kael's jaw tightened. "Then it started long ago. The flare in the forest was just the first time it broke through completely." She exhaled shakily. "You talk like you've seen it before." "I have." He turned away, running a hand through his hair. "The last time it happened, the Bloodbound burned everything in a hundred-mile radius."

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.

For her beauty was the main deal - not education. "It's alright if you don't know about this book. I'll explain," Liam said and he held up the book cover for her to see. “This is what I’m reading—Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. It’s about the conflict between science and religion.” Isla nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. She found herself captivated by Liam’s sensual lips as he spoke, the way they moved with each word, and the intensity of his gaze. His handsome face was mesmerizing, and she couldn’t help but admire him as he explained the book’s themes.

My footprints. I recognised them because I had put them there, lying down after a walk in the rain, with Woofy at my side. I had stretched my legs out and marked up the freshly painted ceiling. I was still in my little camper, in the back and on my back, but I was still in it. Crazy bitch Melanie hadn’t taken me to her psychopath lair just yet. “I know you're awake, Daniella.” Even her voice sent shivers up my spine. She sounded like she always had, but there was no longer even a trace of emotion in her voice. Nothing human.