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

"Where'd you go?" "Nowhere. Sorry. You were saying?" "I was going to ask about the last chapter. The ending." He turned to the back of the book, to the passage I had underlined in pencil months ago in San Diego, before Evergreen existed in my life as anything other than a name on a contract. He read it out loud, slowly, in the slightly self-conscious way people read aloud when they weren't sure if they were doing it right. The boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

"Stay with me. We can find a way to play the game. We can win!" "There is no winning a game owned by the house, Rowan," I said. I leaned in and kissed him—a real, warm, human kiss that felt like it belonged to a world without servers. "I'll find you. In the 'Real' real world. I promise." I pressed the silver pen into my temple. ***"The protagonist reached the final page,"*** I wrote with the last of my golden will. ***"And she realized the story was a cage. So, she closed the book."***

a soft tapping sound came from inside it. Tap. Tap. Tap. The pages turned by themselves. Not to the beginning. Not to the end. To a page that had been blank only moments before. Fresh words slowly appeared in silver ink. > Every ending is only a lantern waiting to become someone else's beginning. I looked at my friends. Then at the road stretching beyond the hill. I smiled. Perhaps this wasn't the end of our story after all. Perhaps... it was simply the first one worth telling. End of Book One. 🌟📖

She wanted to show John’s father that she isn’t someone he should take lightly and mess with Taking a deep breath while closing her eyes she tried to clear her mind thoroughly Once her mind was clear she opened her eyes and focused on the game. Seeing 4 possibilities and deciding which one she should go for she moved her pawn to the front. After a few moves John’s father asked “ what are you doing?” Enola on the other hand kept quiet. She knew speaking to the devil would do no good to her. As the game ended both the parties leaned back one taking sig of relief one breathing to calm their nerves

“I have been trying to find the teleportation spell in the book.” I looked deeply into his eyes, desperately hoping that he was going to prove Calin wrong. “Oh that, It's on the fifth page.” He mumbled casually as he looked into my eyes. My heart sank. I couldn't believe it. Calin was right. “But you told me it was on the twenty-fifth page.” I took a few steps back, walking out of his arms. He then realized he had just stabbed himself in the foot. “I uh, I must have forgotten. It has been a very long time since I used the book.”

Game over. She looked around the small study for numbers. It took her a while to see them because they were hidden as Orenic letters—small markings her father must have engraved by hand on the leather spine of the books. She matched the first dice to the Orenic numbering system he used and found the book. It was in all other ways identical to the other books on the shelves. From the second dice, she got the next number—the page in the book.

He leaned closer, voice low and teasing: “Oh, I know. But where’s the fun in ruining the game too soon?” I shot him a sideways glance. Oh, this is going to be fun. Alright guys this is the end of the book. I'm not sure if I will do another book. But until then I hope everyone liked the book. Please comment If you did. I have to seriously think about posting another book.

I grinned. I opened a page of the most boring book on the shelf, Kyro despises the idea of war thus the book 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu, is misplaced to be in this shelf. He must have left a message or a clue inside that he kept such book in his room. I flipped the pages and found a piece of paper with an intricate sketch of a beautiful Cinchona on page 1052, I also scanned the page and the word grape was encircled then. Huh, how peculiar!

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.