Dust Novels & Stories

These are concentrated power. I add a bottle of Forget-Me-Not dust to the pouch with my makeup, hairbrush, hairspray, and descenting spray. The dust has multiple uses: it can make someone forget they saw me, make the ground forget I walked through it, or make the air forget my scent. It’s all in how you use it. Chris steps up and hands me a pack of poison tablets between two fingers. “Why the hell are you taking poison with you? I thought this was supposed to be a peaceful mission. Don’t you want them on our side?”

Beads of perspiration dotted the surface of the human's sallow, gray skin, his clothing hung in damp, untidy folds, and the chair, which had been designed to accommodate the needs of sixty three percent of known bipedal sentients, made him restless. "Yes". Vaano said smoothly, "I understand your need for additional income. Dream dust is rather very expensive... or so I am told. Who knows? If the information is even half as good as you claim it is, a bonus might be in order. So give, what little gem have you mined for my benefit?"

" Emmet looked down onto the floor, his face and eyes taking refuge in the shadow that the back of his and his skull was casting onto the floor. The concrete was pale, and almost cracked in some places, with thin layers of dust settled between the seams of each and every slab of manufactured stone that had been placed down in order to create the very pavement that Emmet was standing on. If there was, or had been, the slightest hint of a wind, then, undoubtedly, the dust would have been kicked up, sent flying high into the sky, and almost inevitably into Emmet's eyes, blinding him for moments at a time as he would probably have s

Rileys eyes blinked open. She felt groggy and unsure of her surroundings, just like every other time she woke this past week. She couldn't remember where she was, she felt dirty and cold, she couldn't even feel her wolf Ava anymore. Her flesh burned with every movement she took. Was this a dream? Had it all been a dream? She looked around and noticed it was a dark room with no windows, like she was in a basement. The room felt wet and cold. She lay on a bed and noticed a metal chain attached to her ankle. There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed.

Deric The wind howled against the walls as I stepped through the gates, the sound only amplified my confusion. Ronan was supposed to tell Jaxon, but of course, he didn’t. He probably thought he was doing me a favor by keeping it quiet. I should’ve known. Jaxon was suspicious already—and when he asked what “stuff” I meant, I almost choked on my own damn breath. Moonshade dust. A rare, almost forgotten substance in our kind, mostly found in the Morrien pack. Useless to most…unless you know exactly how to use it.

I know his bones are going to pay for this later, but right now I don’t care. On the next push, the door finally gives way with a deep, groaning crack. It swings open like it was never locked at all. Thick dust explodes outward like smoke, diving straight into my lungs. I choke hard, coughing as it dries out my throat. Anya, standing farther back, starts coughing too, waving the dust away from her face. Zephyra’s shallow breathing comes from deeper inside. I squint through the haze and see a figure crawling on the floor.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

"What the fuck is that smell?" Kaelor spit on the dry earth, his hand tightening on the grip of his motorcycle. Aradaa adjusted his goggles. The Red Dust hung in the air like a thick, rust colored fog. It wasn't just dirt. It was nanotech. Millions of tiny machines crystallized and floating. They coated the abandoned cars and the skeletal remains of buildings in the Dead Zone. "It's them," Aradaa said. His voice sounded metallic through his respirator. "The Silent Colony. They aren't dead, Kaelor. They’re just... waiting."

he added. "I know, I know. Of course I'm gonna join you there because I would rather sleep with you than sleep on dusty ground. Dusts have strength to protect me but you do. So. . . . yeah." I said and clicks my tongue. I stood up from where I was sitting on and lied on his picnic blanket. I heard him laughs softly and took something from his bag, something tiny but has a bag attached with it like a balloon and said, "Never underestimate the power of dusts." He raised that thing. It's like a tiny vacuum cleaner.

The rest of his words were cut off. Dylan's fist slammed into his abdomen. His hands tightly gripped Jeffery's tie, pulling it upwards as he coldly warned: "Watch your filthy mouth. The disgusting one here is a piece of trash like you." Jeffery clutched his stomach, groaning. Following Dylan's force, he slid down against the streetlight behind him. Dylan's eyes were cold as he looked down at him: "I hope you know that Naomi has always been exceptional. "It's not for others to gossip about.