Front Matter Of Book Novels & Stories

I say it jokingly, but I do not expect his whisper of a reply saying; "I could." I pretend I don’t hear Roman and flip open the pages of the book, it has no title but there are drawings on the front page. The drawings of the two celtic wolves on the front page of the history book and just in between the wolves —my eyes widens — is the dagger crest. I slam the book shut instantly "What?" I shake my head. "Nothing." Then I shove the book into my backpack. "Let’s go." I tell Roman. ~~~~ Kael: Princess.

“That is the one that matters.” Elliot looked at him. “Yes,” he said. “It is.” Adrian walked out. Elliot picked up his phone and sent Sera a message. Nicole wants to meet. Tuesday. I will tell you about it after. Then: How is the book. Her reply came quickly. Seventeen pages now. The introduction is the hardest part. Same as the paper. You have to say what the whole thing means before the reader has seen it and that requires a particular faith in your own argument. A pause. Then: Do you have it. The faith.

Free. Beautiful. It felt like he'd captured a moment even I didn’t know was special. The thumping of my heart was almost overwhelming. Beneath the frame lay a small leather-bound journal. My fingers brushed across its cover before opening it. The first page was handwritten, his script neat but bold: Things to know before your wolf comes. The title alone made my throat tighten. I turned the page, reading a few lines. They weren’t from a textbook. They were personal and practical.

Lord Yong opened the book and started looking for the antidote to break the curse. He continued to turn page after page with a menacing taste of what's to come. The front page of the book was dark and coarse, the pages had turned yellowish. Spells and amendments were written on each page of the book. The pages of the book are said to be made of vellum of animals.

She took it off the shelf and walked to the seat where she was seated earlier. Weighing the book, she guessed it should not be more than one hundred pages. She opened the book and went to the last page. It was something she had always done. It was a habit. She always looked at the back of every book before she started reading. She wants to get an idea on what she was about to read before she delved in. The first page made her know the book was about the culture and history of the Crescent moon pack. As a Luna she is supposed to know everything about itm

She turned the book around to the front and the title had her heart dropping in complete dread. Kama sutra.

*Author’s Note* Dear readers, Before you go ahead and read this story, I thought it wise to leave a note concerning a couple of “needs to know” for your comfort. So here they are: (a) The structure of the book: The book is structured accordingly – a Prologue, a central part (Chapters 1-35) and an Epilogue. (b) Chronology of the book

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.

However, when I reached the spot where the presence seemed strongest, I was startled to find not a person but a book. It looked different from the many tomes and manuscripts filling the shelves of the library. The book was leather bound, and instead of facing me with its spine, it was placed on the shelf with its front cover facing me. It was dark—beautiful and deep obsidian. The edges were threaded and swollen because what I guessed had to be antlers were sewn into the edges. In the middle laid a blood-red jewel that seemed to shine in my face with its own light. The book was pumping with energy. I swear, it sounded like it was whispering to me, calling to me.

The title page and table of contents looks normal, but I keep flipping pages to get to chapter one. Two more pages and I’m staring at the first chapter, titled “Finding a Companion.” I almost missed the title completely because my eyes were drawn to the center of the page where there was a rectangular shaped wooden box. All the pages had been cut through the center to fit this box inside, and there was something carved into the box. It was an image of the compass rose and the words “You’re My True North.” I glance back up to the first sentence of the chapter and it reads, “When preparing for an adventure, the first, and possibly most important, decision is who you will choose as your comp