First-edition Books Novels & Stories

Small, rectangular, wrapped in cream paper with a bronze ribbon. “Daniel…” “Just open it.” I unwrap carefully, my fingers trembling slightly. Beneath the paper is a book. Old leather binding. Gold lettering on the spine that catches the candlelight. Jane Eyre. First Edition. My breath catches. “This is…” “A 1847 first edition. Smith, Elder & Co. printing.” His voice is soft, almost vulnerable. “You told me that night, four years ago, that it was your favorite book. That your father used to read it to you before bed, doing all the voices. I’ve been looking for the right copy ever since.”

Her will and mind are in dispute, there is a part of her that does not want to know the truth from Hayes especially when she finished reading the book of The Legend Of The Moon Goddess and Alphas Legacy. Hayes said she should read it first so that she would be prepared for what he would say. And there are also a lot of similarities between the book he gave her, The Legend of the Moon Goddess and the book she bought online, The Moon Goddess and the Wolf. The characters, some settings and plot. But there are things written there that are not in the book she bought. But Nina needs to face her fear now, she asks for this so she should stand by it.

Chapter 28: The New Project The happy feeling from the launch of the Nora Vale imprint was still in the warehouse. It was like a melody that you know well. The first edition of the book was on the shelf. It was a reminder of a big win. Elena had been writing for over fifteen years. When she finished a project she always wanted to start a new one.

"Lydia. Come here." Quickly, I walked over there and found him crouched near the bottom shelf. He was holding a thick hardcover with careful hands while staring at it. "You found a gem?" I asked. His face looked the way a child's face looks on a good morning when he raised it. The glint in his eyes was infectious. "Frank Lloyd Wright," he said, raising the book for me to see properly. My eyes widened. "This is the first edition. Look at the spine on this thing," he gestured.

After a full thirty seconds of unnecessary paranoia, I finally open it and a part of me is relieved it’s not a bomb, nor a dead already infesting animal. It’s a book! My eyes widen I surprise as I realize it’s not just any book. It’s a first edition copy of something I mentioned once in an author Q&A buried deep in a forum I barely remember posting on. “No way…”My breath catches as I pick up the book slowly, like it might disappear if I move too fast. I searched for this months ago. Couldn’t find it anywhere and I told myself it wasn’t a big deal. But it was. And now it’s here.

One of them called, I turned. "The books you requested are on top of your bed." Delilah said. "Thanks, Delilah." I mumbled before walking away. Miss Elena sounds much better, ah. I sat on the cushion in the room, flipping into the pages of 'The Tale of two cities.' It was the first edition and I was astonished at how the first could be found here. I also noticed that all the five books she brought were of the first edition of each one of them. I was still reading 'The death riders' when I found myself dozing off.

I said. "No," she said. "They didn't." "Because Sebastian named me publicly first," I said. "Yes," she said. "You got ahead of it." "Edmund's principle," I said. "The first version of any story is the one people remember. Make sure yours is first." She looked at me. "You apply his principles," she said. "Without knowing you're doing it." "I read the founding documents," I said. "Three times." "Yes," she said. "Of course you did."

Collections of fairy tales. Poetry. Travel books. Even worn detective novels with cracked spines from years of being reread. Victor joined her. "I've seen first editions of books worth millions." He smiled quietly. "I don't think I've ever admired a bookshelf more." Serena pulled out one of the novels. The first page carried a handwritten note. Michael, Read widely. The world becomes much harder to manipulate when people know more than one story. Love, Father. She slowly closed the book.

I began this book when I was 16 and many of you might know and I would like to keep it that way so the only editing I'll do is just correcting the spelling errors. I also have some books on W******l please can you check them out and I'm currently on the Third Volume of So Near Yet So Far with the subtitle of( A Night With The Substitute) an unbreakable student/teacher relationship. But you can start with the first volume if you want to but all the volumes are sts5nd alones meaning you can start with any volume.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.