Front Matter Book Novels & Stories

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

The book falls with a thud onto the bed frame. It glows brightly in the sunlight and I do not dare touch it. Its leather bound cover is worn and tattered. It looks to be older than the kingdom itself. Strange lettering is on the front of the book. Symbols from a language that I do not recognize. My fingers itch to touch the cover of the book. Reaching out a finger I lay it gently on the cover of the book. The symbols on the cover shift and change into words that I can understand. "Prophecies of the Fae."

I noticed there were some golden pages at the beginning of the book since I was looking at it for the first time. As I opened the cover, my eyes were drawn to the first page. My curiosity was piqued by its title. [1789 Fruits] Although the title is relatively unattractive, I found it interesting. Why? My head swelled with information as soon as I read the title. It was like a tsunami of information. Urghh! My head shook as I dropped the book, and then the information stopped immediately. Shame. Despite the fact that it wasn't that severe, I reacted violently to the pain because it had come on so suddenly.

The front cover featured a pair of humans clinging in an intimate position. "Mostly bonuses from work at the publishing house." Maureen opened the preliminaries view, the page showing the book's drafting team and found Ben's name there as editor. "Wow!" It was amazing for Maureen who had just learned about the other side of Ben. Not to mention the contents of the book that read when flipped over. "Isn't it hot to read like this?" Ben was already standing next to Maureen, taking the book from her hand and placing it back in the stack. In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

I answer here. "Nice choice. That's good." Yuwe said to me and turned his attention back to the book he was reading. I just opened the book and the first thing that caught my eye was the foreword. I didn't even pay attention to the foreword and turned to the next page and immediately saw the introduction. Welcome to Pandora's Mythology. This book contains the past and future. Please read for a better understanding. That's all it says so I turned to the next page.

nA worn leather cover, its edges faded with age. I reached for it. There was a name written across the front. Grace. I frowned. Grace? I glanced toward Damien, but he was on the other side of the library, still looking through a shelf. I looked back at the book. My curiosity got the better of me. I opened it. The first page was filled with handwritten words. My eyes moved across the faded ink. My heart gave a strange little thud. This wasn't a book. It was a journal. March 14.

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

Thе mееtіng ѕtаrtѕ аnd I ѕіt dоwn іn thе frоnt rоw. Pеорlе rеаd frоm a bооk, аnd thеn I’m іnvіtеd uр thе frоnt. Thеrе’ѕ a mісrорhоnе and a роdіum. It could bе іntіmіdаtіng, but I knоw all I have tо do іѕ tell thе truth.

The real one, fully committed, all the lines of her face. Théo, who is at the table with the notebooks, looks up. "The record," he says. "The architect's account. When it is ready, when she has written the version she wants to give, do we have a specific section of the publication for it." "The foreword," Faye says immediately. "After Gregor's foreword, before the opening accounts. The foreword contains the account of how the logic works from the inside. The architect is the furthest inside of anyone who has contributed. Her account belongs there."