Ender's Game Book Set Novels & Stories

His little beady eyes filled with tears. I sighed and scrubbed a hand down my face. I squeezed Machine’s shoulder for him to take over. An evil grin took over Evan’s face. The guy had too many loose screws in his head. But that was why I also needed him. He was notorious for getting information. Twirling a knife in his hand he stalked towards the bloody man in the chair. “We are going to play a little game. It’s called I am going to cut things off until you talk. Don’t worry I’ll make sure that you stay alive until you do.” Machine crouched down in front of the man.

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.

More, and more. End of Book 1

Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.

I muttered, furious at him. “You are confused between liberation or vengeance and I will use it against him. You and your redemption can go to hell now, Roy Layne.” I muttered, grabbing my bag. “Who can go to hell?” Eri giggled, peaking into the room. “Just someone bad, Eri.” “You are so strong, you can deal with any bad guy, Nut!” She beamed, encouraging me. I would never want her to see me with the look of a murderer. Before going to work I need to meet someone to play my part in that game, finally making a move.

They were from Chris and Sanya There was also a book of dares. We read it and it was so much fun. We dared each other to perform different acts in the bedroom. We were definitely going to enjoy reading it. There was a board game for a couple. It was very interesting and we made our way around the cards and performed raunchy foreplay actions on each other. I was blushing very hard by looking at and trying those naughty gifts. There were so many things and I was curious to see all of them.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

Finally, Nero stood, adjusting his cufflinks in that unhurried, deliberate way that meant only one thing: decision made. “I’ll meet Viktor again,” he said finally. “If he wants a game, I’ll play it. But this time, I’m setting the rules.” Nico nodded. “When?” “Tonight.” “Alright, boss. I’ll have it arranged.” Nero was gathering a few papers from the desk, but Nico’s attention was drawn elsewhere. His eyes landed on the discarded book Nero had tried to hide earlier, and a strange curiosity gripped him. Without thinking, he leaned over and moved the folder that Nero had placed over it, and then froze.