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Curiosity spread through the room as everyone gathered around. Daniel carefully opened the first box. Inside were dozens of children’s books. The second contained handwritten bookmarks decorated by students from every class that had participated during the reading week. One by one the volunteers lifted them from the box. “Thank you for reading with me.” “Please visit again.” “My favorite dragon was the grumpy one.” “Books are better when someone reads them out loud.” Emily held up a bookmark covered with bright yellow stars. “This one is beautiful.” Oliver pointed to another.

She walked to the library as Alarick directed and opened the door, her eyes widening in amazement at the sight before her. There were rows and rows of bookshelves, filled with books of all sizes and colors. The room was dimly lit, with sunlight filtering in through the windows and casting shadows on the ground. Leanda could feel a sense of peace and tranquility emanating from the room. The library was a sight to behold. The room was spacious with high ceilings and walls lined with towering bookshelves made of rich mahogany. The shelves were filled with countless books of different sizes and colors, each title telling a story waiting to be read.

she retorted. "Oh, please. Her life isn't at stake here. But yours is." I took the drenched books out of the bag and tossed them on the coffee table. They had a particular smell to them. I picked one up and examined it. It seemed to be bound by animal skin. The paper used was papyrus and the ink used was... I took a closer look and then took a whiff. Blood. There was no doubt that these books were invaluable. She walked closer to them and I saw fear slither into her eyes the moment she read the titles. "He knows."

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.

This whole place was starting to look like a maze. “I just have to get out of here soon,” he mumbled to himself. He wasn’t a fan of books, but he was going to do all he could to make sure that he found the truth. Finally, he settled on 4 big books that were laced with images of tree monsters. They were actually a thing, and it was crazy that no one had realised this till now. He pulled the books to the nearby table and dumped them on it. One had a lock, and he skipped that since he didn’t have a key. Focusing instead on the other smaller books.

“I most certainly will, “ I have to. The sheer injustice of defacing books has sparked a passion within me. I can not stand to abide by such a crime. I would never forgive myself. However, I must correct this blunder before true mayhem comes to life and he is lost to chaos. For the sake of all books! I vow and look for my quill. Where could it be? “Oh, he’s drawn you a picture.”Maddie flips the letter for both of us to see. It’s another of Nicoli’s artworks- I see more stick figures. One is brown and the other purple. They seem to be eating. Bread? Or pie? And a rectangular creature, a horse/bear, sits with them. I feel my lips crack into a smile at the sight. It makes my chest grow warm and

Aiys gets up and returns to compile the book that Aiys will move. When the fourth book is in hand. Instantly, the focus of Aiys eyes was on the brown book, decorated with dried flowers and leaves. Roses and jasmine dominate, the lower right corner are roses, and the upper left corner there are jasmine flowers connected with leaves ; the bones of the leaves. Memories of the Blue City The first writing that Aiys read, the first sheet of this book. On the second sheet there is a photo of a man with a woman posing with his arms raised to head level. Two fingers, index and middle finger make up the letter V.

Brayden looked up from his computer and across the room at Meredith. “Greta, have a seat on the couch. I’m almost finished with this.” He told her and then continued to type away at something. Meredith took a moment to look at the books on the bookshelf. There were mostly business book and biographies or books inspiring greatness lining the wall. She noticed one book was displayed next to a framed photo. The photo was a woman that looked a lot like Brayden and a boy about ten years old who looked like a younger version of Brayden. She assumed it must be Brayden and his mother. The book that was displayed on a stand next to the photo was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

he shrugged and kept on walking as he opened a door showing me the library with its vast collection of books. "Come here I want to show you something." He put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me further into the room. Gergo was fast to sniff under the big gorgeous windows. I gasped when I saw the books. So many of them, but not because of the amount. I saw hundreds of books upon entering the space. But when Nero tapped his pointer on the title, my eyes widened in pure surprise. "Oh...ohhh..." I was fast to take one off the shelf and open it. The Illustration of death. It was such a perfect title that my hands felt clammy, I have to wipe them dry before I went to one of the sofas