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"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

I followed him through the long hallway taking note of the turns we took to start ascending down a few stairs I didn't know of until we reached some huge, wooden double doors giving off a medieval but a classy aesthetic of the hidden treasure behind. My excitement couldn't be measured. And he opened the door and my there laid heaven. My eyes widened with my mouth agape at the beautiful closed authentic space. The man next to me offered me a smile at the way my eyes lit up at the sight. And I sighed. Geek heaven. Stepping in to run my fingertips over the covers noticing that most of them were either tragic romances, autobiographies and historical books , horror and suspense novels. The ones t

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A fucking massive library. I glance around at floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every inch of the walls. The books were stacked in perfect order, some looking old and worn, and others new and untouched. They were arranged so detailed that it almost didn’t make sense. Damien had a library in his house! A Massacre center, a dungeon, a torture room, anything of this such wouldn't be a surprise but of all the things he had a damn library. I would never had thought of that. I moved slowly, my fingers trailing along the spines of the books, my eyes scanning over the titles, surprised by how much variety there was. War history. Philosophy. Literature. Romance. Cooking? He had cookbooks?

There must be a window, and the dungeon, if it had an exit, through here, would be somewhere outside. Walking further, my eyes fell on a sight I never thought I would behold, in a dungeon. It was a library of books; ancient books. “Wow.” I exclaimed, and moved closer to the shelves. According to the title seen at the edge of the books, it was like most of them were about wars, the packs, and other things which I wasn’t really interested in. Looking past the library, I noticed it was a dead end. “So, nothing special about this dungeon.” I said, feeling disappointed.

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust, and I could feel the weight of knowledge pressing down on me. The doppelganger gestured for me to follow, and I trailed after it, my footsteps echoing off the stone floor. We wove through the narrow aisles between the shelves, the doppelganger pausing occasionally to run its fingers over the spines of the books. As we walked, I noticed that the books seemed to be arranged in a specific pattern. Some of the shelves were filled with books bound in black leather, adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shift and writhe in the dim light. Others were filled with books bound in white leather, adorned with intricate gold filigree.

He had been in the dungeon, forgotten and left to rot all these years but then somebody took the effort to silence him so surely his words should have an ounce of truth atleast. Hence, I was determined to find the answers to my questions. Positioning the ladder under the huge desk, I climbed up and ran my eyes through the spines. I read through the titles, the ones that I could, and scratched my chin, wondering what to pick up first. ‘Mages of the ancient’ A title of a book caught my attention, and I wondered if this could be it. Reaching for the giant tome, I slowly pulled it out and struggled a bit to hold it in my hands.

His bedroom looked nothing like a place to rest, it was more like a clear picture of Dravon as a man himself. The shelves craved into the stone wall, line with so many books and artillery designs, was enough to almost give me a nose bleed. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. There was something eerie about the books I couldn’t quite place. The leather covers it bore wasn’t the usual type of book covers, but it had something this feel like it was from of old. And the titles of some of the books I saw, I realized I couldn’t even read it out.

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.