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But surely a man as rich as him would have a book or two? And he did. A whole room full. And in a room that was free of his scent. I ran my finger along the spines of the books, scanning for something to read. Sure enough, they were all in Spanish but there was also a Spanish-English dictionary and that combined with my pre-existing Latin and Italian knowledge, I was able to sit down and slowly decipher a Latino thriller. Although continually having to pause and refer to the dictionary which somewhat destroyed the suspense, I found myself getting completely engrossed in the book. I also considered how much I hoped Andrea hadn't read it. The main character was a serial killer with some fairly

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“What’s so wrong about gifting this book to a couple on their wedding!” I got the book from his hand and put it back on the shelf. “You’re crazy! You can never be serious about this!” I scanned for another book until I got one and handed it to him. “Give them this, instead.” He looked at the book and he frowned at me. "El Hombre La Estela Consolacion? A Spanish book?" He might have wondered why I gave him a Spanish book. "Yes, because obviously, it’s unique," I answered him and laughed. “Which means you'll be the only one to give them a book they won't understand!”

Sierra came here as a child to learn about her gifts too but as she was the last of her bloodline, it was left to sit quietly alone and wait for a new purpose. I take my book to one end of the roughened, stained, dark surface and lay it down carefully. A huge old somewhat unidentifiable book, bound expertly, and strangely ornate. I flick it open to reveal the pages inside which are yellowed and worn along the edges, some are splattered with drops and smudges that hints at a great many uses. Handwritten in black ink in a beautiful scroll, mostly English, but it varies. My Spanish sucks and this is a bilingual spell book pushing more to the other language than my own. “I can’t read this.” I po

Just there, in a different language, entirely itself. "She said things that don't exist yet in English," Dante said. "And now they do," Elian said. He set the book on the table between them. They looked at it — this object that had not existed six months ago and that existed now because Catalina Reyes had sat in her Lisbon flat with four languages and eight years of applied attention and had found the English inside the Spanish without losing what made the Spanish worth finding. "She's going to be extraordinary at this," Elian said.

The nature of the box and the holder herself were not definite and they cannot put a finger in it, that is why the organisation advised them to tread carefully. Her thoughts were cut off when the teacher called her name. “Ms. Leblanc? Can you please read the next paragraph?” It was the Literature teacher and they are currently studying one of the works of Dr. Jose P. Rizal: Noli Me Tangere. Maybe in the original language it was written: Spanish, they do not have any difficulties learning it. In fact, it is better since the pure essence of the story is in there. And all students of the La Florence Academy were fluent in Spanish and French as it is part of their general subjects. Complying to

Theo had made a joke about my food not being real sushi. "Raw fish is gross." I turned my nose up. "Cook fish is okay, but still eh. You guys can keep that." Dane hide a smile in one of the books I'd put aside he was reading out of boredom. I finished two of the books, moving to a third, noticing I was down to two smaller books that seemed older in age and design. I opened the third one, sighing when I saw the familiar but still unreadable text on the first page. "Spanish I can read, but Goddess forbid you give me Lycan." I shuffled closer to Dane as he held out his hand expectantly.

“Send it in Spanish, I’ll have it translated.” “Okay, okay, I will.” So she sent him a P*F with what she’d written so far, for him to do whatever he wanted with it. The next day, Deborah squinted at the flash drive in Jim’s hand. “You want me to find a what?” “A Spanish translator. But it can’t be any translator, ‘cause it’s Argentinean Spanish, and she told me it’s different from regular Spanish.” “Can’t she translate it for you?” “She’s busy.”

Dragon’s smile sharpened. Ms. Chestang hovered by the trash cans, her gaze darting between us. Dragon stood abruptly, chair screeching. “Thanks for the tutoring,” he said too loud, tossing a battered Spanish textbook onto the table. *Remedios Caseros: Medicina Tradicional* (Home Remedies: Traditional Medicine).

" she asks, raising her eyebrow at me. "Sure. I'd like that." I say, smiling. My phone pings with a text, so I open it and it's from Vixen. -------- *All the Spanish I use in this book comes from g****e translate so if there are any errors that you recognize, kindly let me know. Thank you!* --- The first couple of minutes is Vixen cursing and mumbling under his breath. He sighs and looks over to me. "What happened?" he asks, still pissed.