Fabric With Books On It 소설 & 이야기

We came back to the living room and kitchen where he twirled in the space. “Now! Jordy!” Basil snapped his fingers. “The books!” His assistant came forward, pulling out four different books, thick enormous books and basically slammed them down on the kitchen counter. Walking over, I peered at them. Basil came up behind me. “There is a book for bedrooms, kitchen and bathrooms, living room and lounge, and outdoor spaces. Look and show me what jumps out at you.” I nodded. Sitting down, I opened up the bedroom book first. Flipping through the pages, I stopped about the fifteen pages in.

They are all new and ranging from the simple slippers to wear inside to beautiful high heels which I have only seen in movies. There is a huge book shelf at the right wall which is so much huge and there are even books which I had only dreamt to read just a day ago. Then, a huge cupboard filled with some more books and the exotic plants followed by gigantic window with very beautiful wooden designs at the border. I love the color in the window and it is covered with red colored curtain. I don't love the red colored curtain but I am not in the position to hate it or complain about it. The fabric is just so expensive than all the dresses I have.

Then, on the small table near the hearth, something caught her eye. A stack of books. Sitting apart from the travel things — not included in any obvious way in the preparations, not set out for packing. Tied loosely with a strip of faded ribbon, worn comfortable with handling. Not court ledgers. Not prayer texts or official correspondence. The corners were soft with use, the spines familiar with being opened. Stories, by the look of them. Naska nodded toward them, already reaching for the next gown. “Do you want these packed as well?”

My eyes widen in fascination at the large rooms. Did Damien like reading this much? As I move through the rooms, taking in the books which range from ancient to current, I see a stunning black tapestry with silver thread weaved through it. At first I don’t much care about it but it keeps catching my eye. Although it’s plain to the eye, albeit beautiful, I find myself drawn to it. It’s between two thin book shelves and it normally wouldn’t have caught my eye, but I keep coming back to it. Finally, I give in, and touch it.

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

"Come with me." We followed her through the dimly lit building. It's lit like this to preserve the integrity of the documents that are stored here. We followed Heather to a room. Inside, there was a table with books sprawled on it. Some open. Some closed. One particular book stood out to me. I closed in on it immediately. It's an old book. Its cover leather, with vine like spiraling, to hold it together. The bordering of the book is encased in some type of material like metal. In the center, it read a name.

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

The smell of books filled our senses. Rows and rows of shelves were arranged in the perfect lines, filled with the books of almost every kind, be it fashion, art, history, business, and more. “OMG. This is heaven,” Mia’s eyes shone brightly and she walked towards one of fashion row. I walked slowly, reading titles and touching the covers of old and new books. I picked one of book. It was a thick book based on fabric textures. “You’re going to spend a lot of time here,” Jordan watched me with interest.

It was industrial, bolted and so out of place. He didn’t say anything, he just keyed in a code, waited for a soft click and then the air hissed the way do. The lights inside flickered to life one after the one, revealing rows upon rows of books, bound in leather, ribbon, and velvet. Stacks of brittle notes, sealed drawers, scrolls in temperature-controlled glass. Nirvana feet took action before she could stop it and her eyes looked around as if trying to assimilate everything and commit it to memory.

Leo opened the doors but I couldn't believe what I seen inside From floor to ceiling along the walls there was thousands and thousands of books lined up on huge wooden book cases with shelves packed full of different size and thickness of books. Some of these massive book cases were vertical in the center of the room which also had beautiful colored books lining there shelves. Glass windows were at the very top of the roof line letting in a perfect amount of natural light. The smells that filled my nose were heaven all these paper pages filled the room with the faint smell of ink lingering.