Going By The Book Novels & Stories

he asked with furrowed brows and suspecting eyes. "This is called intra librum, literally means inside the book. Here you can enter the world of the book and experience it first hand," His eyes suddenly glistened, his mouth opened while turning around—the same expression when he first toured the meadows of Pixie Realm. "You mean to say I can enter a book from here?" "Yes, that's what I said," Doom excitedly scanned the book titles. He kept on asking me if I was telling the truth or just pranking him. He asked several questions about how it worked and the likes. He finally grabbed a copy of the book he wanted to enter.

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.

ELEVEN I don’t remember much about the ride home. Bobby and I barely spoke as he drove wordlessly, staring down the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his copy of The King Wears Yellow. And me? To be honest, I can’t exactly remember, to this day. I think . . . I believe . . . I must’ve spent the ride flipping through my copy of the book. Even that is still a mystery to me. How I could’ve been walking aimlessly through the bookstore one moment, scorning Reverend McIlvian and his healing powers, and the next unconsciously buying his book, of all things.

“That is something else entirely.” Bram scowled, gripping his GreatSword. “And let me guess, we don’t have a choice.” “We never did,” Myrra muttered, studying the dark symbols. “If the book led us here, it means this is the only way forward.” Rael swallowed hard. The book still burned faintly in his hands, its pages shifting like restless ghosts. It wanted them to enter. No, it needed them to. Elior sheathed his blade. “Then we go.”

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I think it's for entertainment. I pass each column of shelves, eyeing those past-dusty books that have been written with a feather. "Did you find something?" I ask Benny. We both went separate ways. I'm sure that Benny is reliable enough to actually help us. "I got this book," he holds it up for me to see. "There's a huge family tree on some of the pages. It's also written." He walks to my side, handing the big book, but the book immediately touches the hard wood floor.

Even if no one is here aware of our entrance, they shall soon be made aware of the minute they are phoned by the security company. We quickly step outside and make our way back the way that we came. Satisfied that we have not been seen, we regroup. There are two things that are very clear, the Book has been moved, and the holder now knows that we are searching for it. This does mean only one thing; we shall have to get Elloise to help us track the Book, for I fear it shall be moved again. So with much disappointment, we turn down the road to walk back to the car; I still cannot understand how this road can be so awfully dead this time of night. And if the silence is not enough, the skies are

"We bring the book with us. We learn more and return it to its original location." "Are you insane?" The three girls asked. "It's the only way." Scarlett said as she approached the book. "Or we could take pictures." Avery suggested. "That is better. Nobody would ever know we were ever here." Scarlett and Mia both shook their heads. "We won't be able to obtain all of the information. This book is so big. Besides, no one would know we were here. We're not going to get caught." Scarlett closed the book and took it with her as the girls ran out of the room, turning off the lights. Scarlett paused on their way out to inspect the fountain.

Calla Ava and I walk out of the lecture hall together, the weight of our backpacks digging into our shoulders. The late afternoon sun is spilling across the quad, making the pavement too bright to look at without squinting. My brain feels like it’s done for the day, but Ava’s voice is still full of restless energy. “Cal, I swear,” she groans, holding her textbook up like it personally offended her. “I’ve read every single page in here. Twice. Maybe three times. But the second I close it? Poof. It’s gone. Just… gone. I think I’m dying.”

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.