Daniel Priestley Books Novels & Stories

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

He frequently reminds Daniel to get rid of any trouble against others, especially with the neighbor as it endangers him. Daniele has no more room to exert effort discussing the serious matter with David in her pregnancy period ready to bloom. That week seems abnormal because David didn’t arrive. But Daniele always presumes that David has many business meetings and clients to deal with and should not create any problems because it may cause bad luck for blessings to come. To provide her with spiritual inner strength and guidance in daily living with others, she consistently studied the Book of Psalms in the Old Testament of the Holy Bible.

He ran his fingers along the spines of the oldest books, scanning for anything that might tell him about Daniel’s past. His pulse thundered in his ears. And then—he found it. A book with no title. Its leather cover blackened, scorched, as if it had barely survived a fire. Rigel opened it. And his breath stopped. There—written in ink so dark it looked like dried blood—was the story of Daniel’s past life. A prince. A warrior. A cursed being, feared and revered in equal measure. And a betrayal that had led to his fall. A name.

I cover the picture under some files I’m supposed to be working on. “Come in” I say lifting my head to see who is at the door. My assistant walks in. I never really got used to the whole office thing or the assistant thing, most of the time I forget Daniel even exists. I’m rarely even in the office to begin with. I don’t even do the whole suit and tie thing my brother does. I come in sweats or a jean with a leather jacket. “Mr. Priest, a Miss Lillith Garcia is here to see you. She says it’s important. Should I let her up?” he asks.

So, stay safe and eat the chocolate! I laughed out loud as I read the last part, having heard every word in Daniel's voice. Beneath his note was more writing in a different color ink and beautiful script handwriting: Miss you dearly, Ella! I found your grandfather's book while I was in the office last week, so I've included it in Daniel's box of junk food. I knew you would probably want to have it back. I'd love to hear from you, feel free to respond to this letter using the address below. We can be pen pals! Love, Priya

As soon as I cleared the Sydney airport checkpoint on Sunday afternoon, I headed straight for the bookstore. A pile of hardcover books near the entrance caught my eye. The pyramid under construction highlighted Wild, the new book by one of the most popular novelists. The clerk attached “autographed copy” stickers to the covers, which, with their mysterious flames in yellow and red on a black background, gave them a garish touch, drawing attention. As a sociologist specializing in the study of Brazilian aborigines, I knew Daniel. He had aboriginal ancestry and wrote paranormal mystery stories starring a Brazilian aboriginal policeman.

I felt myself shake and become more nervous. “Slow down, don’t overthink it. We aren’t saying Kellina has to be the answer. There are other ways but she is the last young priestess in our pack so either she becomes the High Priestess or if she doesn’t we may have to force some real change faster.” “What kind of change? Like what I suggested?”

The inhabited silence and the books and the warmth and the particular ease of two people who had been this way before and were always returning to it, the way you returned to things that were correct. Daniel was reading. He was actually reading — the book was one of the architecture volumes from the north wall shelves, a history of civic buildings that he had taken down in August and had been returning to in sections, reading it the way Adrian had taught him without intending to teach him: with the question underneath. What is this one saying?