Emerson Books Novels & Stories

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.

Jeff Greg checked out him and plastered on his expert smile: “It’s due to the fact Mike Emerson greeted me. Those workbooks on your fingers aren’t our elegance, right? What’s with you nowadays going round anywhere supporting humans bring things? Earlier you even helped Emily Blake distribute books. Our Ryan Dixon honestly likes to assist others~”

I've missed him. "Til Here We Find Ourselves Again, right?" he asked her, holding the lamp to light their way. "That's it," Avera agreed pleasantly. "Well, why don't we see if there's any remnants of order left here. I would think it's in the section on divine governance, but why don't you grab a lamp and we'll spread out," he cordially suggested. After a short time searching around the dusty bookshelves and scattered piles, Kelvin returned holding two books.

Zavian I was very interested in the reason why they needed me to lug this heavy fucking book. I hadn’t touched this book in years. I haven’t needed to. I personally didn’t know any of the Meridian. So, needless to say, when Emerald asked me if I have a book with all their symbols within it piqued my interest. I could see why Emerald would be interested in it, but when she said that Devon and Nate asked her to ask me about the book, I found that weird. The fact that no one outside the magic community had even heard, so when she said that, I was intrigued.

I watched as she wrote a note and then it disappeared into thin air as she chanted ‘mitte’. Magic was amazing and I loved the world we lived in. I just hope to the Goddess above that it didn’t end because of Soren’s war. How devastating would it be to fight for something just to watch all of it die? I didn’t have to wait long and there was a knock on Amarantha’s office door. “Come in,” she called out. The door opened and Ember stepped inside with a smile on her face and her cat at her side. I took in a deep breath of her burnt peach orchard smell and smiled brightly at seeing her again.

Hector explores the library where he finds many books about witches, werewolves and sirens. He is curious and grabs a few books to read. He tracks Mrs.Blake down in her office. “Are we allowed to check out books?” asks Hector. She smiles and sees a stack of books in his hands. “I know you’re in training, so as long as you do what you’re supposed to, I don’t see the harm and will let you check them out.” “Thanks, I just want something to help pass the time.”

With that in my mind, I pulled open my laptop and began to research Emerson Industries, and what I found was extremely impressive. A huge corporation that specialised in bespoke software and hardware with sister companies for everything from investment to clean energy. I mean at least the company seemed to have the front of being slightly ethical. I fell down the rabbit hole, spending hours looking through the website, the articles, the thousands and thousands of pictures of the intimidating man that I now knew to be Corbyn Emerson, there was him at charity events, and expo’s for products, with A-list celebrities fitting in perfectly on the red carpet.

“Marianne just gave me the necklace and the brooch. Did you arrange for someone to buy my mother’s necklace?” Nothing. I heard a small sound inside the room—perhaps a chair moving or a breath—but it quickly faded into silence again. I pressed on, my patience wearing thin. “I think we should talk. I’ll wait three more minutes. If you don’t open this door by then, I’ll leave. This is your last chance to explain yourself.” I wasn’t trying to salvage anything between us. It was too late for that. But I needed the truth. Emerson’s actions were so conflicting. He had claimed to hate me, to despise my family. So why would he go to such lengths to bring me these priceless pieces of my past?

The clock chimed. At the last toll, the embers collapsed, and the grate was cold. Isabelle lifted the serpent key—a replica of the latch’s eye and slipped it into the sketchbook’s spine. With a hushed click, the book’s cover sprung forward, revealing a shallow cavity. Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver.

Just the rain outside and the low hum of the heating and the two of us standing two feet apart in the half-dark with a closed storybook between us and nothing to say. Emerson looked down at the book in his hand. I looked at the wall opposite. The silence stretched out long and strange and neither of us broke it or walked away from it either.