Don Quixote Pages Novels & Stories

Page five is the bomb construction timeline, technical enough that Sage makes a sound when she reads it and starts typing something on her laptop without explanation. I hand each page to Dante as I finish it and work through six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and then I pick up page twelve and I read it and I read it again and I put it face down on the table. Dante looks at the page face down on the table and then at me. "Kira," he says. "Keep reading," I say, and I gesture at the pages he still has in his hand.

It all looked very interesting. I turned a few more pages. "How far are you with translating?" I asked him, while still running my fingers on the words that continued to give me a funny feeling. I turned to the next page and my breath hitched. "I'm on the 74th page." He answered and I looked down at the page number I was on. Page 501. He still had a long way to go. My face flushed and I couldn't get my eyes off the beast I was staring at. The book had no images with colour, but I could already imagine the creature with bright glowing green eyes. Oh no.

We approached carefully, testing each step, until we stood at the crater's ragged edge, close enough to make out individual pages among the debris, some burned beyond reading, others miraculously intact, protected perhaps by the very metal casing that had failed to protect them entirely. Duarte knelt at the edge, reaching down with trembling hands to retrieve one surviving page, and as he read it, his whole body went rigid, his face draining of the last remaining color the day had left in it. "What is it," I asked, my heart pounding with a dread I could not yet name. He held the page out toward me without immediately answering, his hand shaking so badly the paper trembled visibly even in the