Ender's Game Book Quotes With Page Numbers Novels & Stories

“With pleasure, coming at ya.” Amber’s strategy paid off, but she suppressed her smile. Another queen smiled up at her, and she’d brought along her friend number ten to the party. Full fucking house. Grayson pushed three cards back towards the grinning ginger. He’d gone silent again. But Ebony talked enough for all of them really. She accused Grayson of having nothing. But he remained calm and collected. Ebony only exchanged a single card of her own. Ash did the same, though with a Cheshire grin. Leo returned just in time to start the final round of bets.

I could not believe the arrogant Dave was about to play the game too. Tala shrugged of the thought of Dave embarrassing her as she joined us. I sat quietly... I was suppose to leave, what am I still doing here? "You! Tala pointed at me..is your turn." And i swear, my heart skipped. I looked at Kelly immediately and she nodded at me. Oh heavens! Help me not to fall into the wrong number. With a shaking hand, I picked one of the paper after Tala explained the game a little to the "C boys". It was 7 papers that were yet to be picked after i took mine.

A little closer to me. Nico leaned closer, his eyes moving over the pages. Darren didn’t make another joke. Byron stood still. Elena continued flipping the pages until she reached the end. The final page. She stopped. I looked down with her. The page was different. There was writing across it. But unlike the others, there wasn’t a long passage. There weren’t instructions. There wasn’t an explanation. There were only three words. Elena’s fingers tightened around the edge of the page. I read the words. My entire body went still. ‘It has begun.’

Her mind hovering around on who this person was. She could feel her heart beating with so much desperation, watching this fat store owner, turning the pages over and over. He soon arrived at the middle of the book and stopped. His fingers sliding down from one name to another. Until he finally found the right person. "There it is. Number thirty six, down at this page," he said, notifying Naevia. Naevia grabbed the book and turned it over to see. " Thirty six, thirty six," she recited with so much anticipation.

He glances at me before he yells, "Stop pulling me! You even read the roman numeral by letters! It should be chapter eighty-five!" Ah, he still has the right to insult me then. I begin again to drum him tremendously, making clapping sounds as my palm hits his buttcheeks. And it's satisfying to hear that clapping sound and his screams, "Then top up in GoodNovel and look for our story, Mr. Writer's Lovers Block, and pay for it, you dimwit!"

Someone behind me whispered something—I couldn’t tell what. Five. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t… Six. The air felt thicker here, heavier, almost humming against my skin. Seven. I thought of Daniel. The stupid, pathetic way I died running into the street. Eight. Of the moment I saw that other woman beneath him. Nine. Of how none of it mattered anymore. Ten. I landed, both feet flat, heart hammering. I’d made it. I barely realized I was breathing until the Game Master clapped its hands. “Lovely,” it purred. “You may return.”

Morrigan's voice trembled. “It’s old enough that meaning no longer plays a role for him.” The librarian raised something. A hand. Or something similar. A huge figure of characters and shadows. Letters fell down from her like black rain. Phrases. Words. Names. Forgotten names. The sky over Nerevin darkened. Then the librarian spoke. Not loud. And yet it heard the whole city. A voice of a thousand voices. From millions. ‘THE LAST PAGE’. Mara felt the sound in her bones.

While other shelves were numbered at least in integers and Roman numerals including letters according to procession, this one does have a label but… He ran all the way to the last shelf, counted five to left then reached over, 'what is happening? ' oh yeah. To think that I've lost it. ' 'My book sorry books come with me' as he grabbed the whole book once more. 'I need to understand what it is that this book told me yesterday again. I have to open that page...what's the page one more time...yea forty... Fifty-five, that's it, where it was talking about Dulce right and the clue.'

* * * He did do as he promised. He escorted me to the library. Him with Evans were discussing while I flipped the pages of the magic book. I acted like I wasn't interested in whatever they were talking about, but my ears were actually listening to their discussion. I didn't realize I've been flipping through the pages over and over again and this is the third time, I'd say. " You can just turn to page eighty three, that's where it is." Evans said.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.