Goldia Pocket Mirror Novels & Stories

I sighed and stared down the long counter; putting off the decision. There were two gold sinks set in the alabaster counter like sacred vessels on an altar. Beside each of them was a small gold dish with an offering of handmade soap set within. Above each sink was an oval mirror in a gold frame; reflective eyes staring out of violet walls. Little gold stars were painted over the walls; gleaming in the light of a chandelier above. I spared them a glance as I padded across the cool stone barefooted; down the length of the rectangular room to where it ended in a floor-to-ceiling window. The window curved outward; panes of glass set into gold frames so that a grid was formed over the amazing vie

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

Morozko peered at it too. Its surface was smooth as water, reflecting Anya's chubby face. He picked it up. Instead of his visage in the mercury, he saw Anya giggling. Morozko traced the gold filigree on the edge, his lips forming an O of surprise. “It is enchanted?” Morozko turned the mirror in his hands. “I would expect no less from you, babushka. Even your mirrors have devious uses.”

It was low and so quiet that I had to strain to hear it, but there was no mistaking that voice. It was Lina’s. Throwing caution to the wind, because I was fearless like that, I said fuck it and approached the mirror. The frame wasn’t just silver, it also had carvings of the moon phases down each side. At the top was a crystal the size of my fist. It sparkled as I approached, and part of me wondered if it was in greeting or a warning that my soul was about to get sucked out through my nose. With my luck it would be the latter.

Nylian smiled. "We will meet a few days after in the castle." Nylian furrowed, "What—" he couldn't ask him why they would meet there because the small creature already disappeared between the crowd. He shrugged and continued walking, seeing the villagers greeting him with a wide smile made him feel better. He stopped in front of an accessory dealer because a brooch caught his attention. It was silver with small amethysts decorating it. The small purple stones reminded him of the eyes of the mysterious young guard who had kept him company from time to time. Jeyrha.

said Flora and she had her daughter sit beside her. “I don’t know how you can fix your hair in this place. There are no mirrors!” Eva complained. “I can’t even put my make up on properly.” Flora replied, “I use the glass window when I check my appearance.” “No wonder you look like that!” chuckled Eva. She took out her lipstick and used the small mirror in the case to look at her appearance. It was cumbersome, but Eva was glad to have it. Even her compact mirrors were taken by the security before she boarded the Golden Cowrie along with some of her make-up. She absolutely bristled when they were taken from her, but she could only come up with the one compromise.

No eyes on me. Something driving by caught my attention, and I looked outside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just as I was about to turn back around, I noticed a black car with black out windows parked. Down the street a bit. In the middle of the phone shop and here. Something about it set me on edge. Then the old women’s words echoed in my head. “Do not let them see you seeing them” noted. I noticed that on the counter they have some random items. Would any of them be useful? Let’s see there’s chapstick, glue, thumbtacks, tape, bookmarks, hand sanitizer, gum and oh! Perfect a little compact mirror. I go up to the counter to grab the mirror and decide to grab some tape, glue, a couple

I needed a mirror. ​The Resonance Mirror was not a piece of glass in the traditional sense. It was a localized, high-density field of inverted solar gold, suspended between four pillars of resonant copper I had salvaged from the Iron City’s old telegraph lines. In theory, the mirror would not reflect an image, but a frequency. If the Shadow Thread attempted to mimic Winnie’s voice or her light, the mirror would catch the vibration, flip it, and reveal the jagged, discordant reality underneath. It was a trap designed for a liar. It was a mathematical net for a creature that lived in the gaps between truths.

he repeated. “I will remember your teachings.” Fred leaped to his feet and said, with an impish smile said, “Come with me.” Supporting him by the arm, we descended to his basement store, which had rows of shelves. In storage was his collection of hundreds of artifacts. There were the usual compasses, porcelain, paintings, statues, and rare stones. In the second row, he paused and picked up a mirror. “What is this?” “The Kami Mirror. Or the God's Mirror. It is a mirror encrusted in rare metal.“

Instead, he cast a seemingly casual glance at Caspian. Caspian kept a nervous look on his face, keeping the helplessness and expectation that a trapped person should have. His expression was in place, so Valdis Goth was completely relieved and focused on the eyeball. He turned his palm around at this moment. When he raised it again, a small white mirror had appeared in his palm. The small mirror was a diamond-shaped mirror, which could be held by one hand. At this time, because the small mirror was in the hands of Valdis Goth, Caspian couldn't see the specific appearance of the mirror.