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I probably would have acted exactly the same way had we been out roaming the Serengeti, back before the invention of the stick. I slowed to feign interest in a row of small books on . . . something. Crochet? No, it was macramé. What the hell was the difference? Oh well, it did the trick. I picked up the book as seductively as one can pick up a lame book, and flipped it over to "read" the back cover.

Alpha Sebastian's pack owned the oldest and largest library in our realm; surely they had records about Capris Coven. With renewed excitement, I grabbed the book and hurried back to my room. I settled into a cozy chair, eager to dive into its pages. However, my enthusiasm quickly turned to surprise when I discovered that the book was filled with cartoon illustrations instead of the detailed history I expected. My initial disappointment soon faded into curiosity—perhaps this unusual style was an attempt to make history more engaging. I spent the next half hour reading intently, only to find that the book repeated what I already knew: Capris Coven were giants with special powers who had myster

I hush her, but she’s already turned a few heads. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lots of people are into it,” Debbie says. I blink. “They… are?” “There’s a really popular book series out right now, best seller, that has a BDSM relationship. Here let me write down the title for you.” She writes me a list instead. “This is the order to read them in.” Then she scribbles down a name. “This is the author.” She passes me the list and I look at it, unsure.

He could practically smell the rich aroma of exotic spices and plants and hear the sounds of strange animals hidden in the murky forests and caves. So engrossed, he barely noticed the heavy thud of boots until they were right outside the door, managing with a second to spare, to shove the book back. He raked a hand through his hair, hoping Nathaniel wouldn't notice the flushed expression as he plucked one of the permitted books from the shelf. A chill passed through him as he seated himself gingerly on the bed and swinging his leg awkwardly to trace the floor. "It's getting a bit easier to understand," he said aloud, his voice rather shakier than he would have liked. "Some words are fairly s

My skin was beginning to prickle with goosebumps because this was becoming more than what I was comfortable with. At the desk, there was a book on it. I stared at the mannequin with the frown and at the book that was beside it, my fingers itched to find out what was inside there. I didn’t know what the fuck I was searching for but I needed something, anything at all to make sense of this mess. I stretched my fingers till I fingered the edges of the book, the mannequin stayed intact. I flipped the cover and the first page was blank. I flipped again and there was nothing in there as well. I flipped radically and there were still blank pages and-

Her stomach turned at the word again, pack. She slid that book away too. Her heart was beating faster now, a dull thunder behind her ribs. Another caught her eye. Slimmer, the lettering was softer, the cover worn, but still well kept, The History of the Mating Bond. Curiosity prickled. Or maybe dread.

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.

Damon nodded I flew to the library the following day to return 'kidnapped' I decided I wanted another book, this time I chose a different author and a different genre, I chose horror, which wasnt far from thriller, like the first book, but horror was my favourite, I loved how ghosts were scary, and there were demons, and scary witches that cursed you, it made me laugh, for some reason this had always made me laugh, even before I knew I was a witch, now I knew why. The librarian was amazed to see me so quickly, but nodded in greeting, I nodded back. I chose a book called second nature, and blinked home, yes I could've flown but decided to blink. As soon as I got home I felt danger, not exactl

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

He flipped open the book she had just read, which was no longer a boring and tasteless medical book, but a comic book written by Jimmy. Blake was naturally not interested in these childish things, but he continued to flip through them one by one, rubbing his fingers on the pages as if Avery's body temperature and smell were still there. When the book reached the last page, the title page was filled with a short poem: "We watch fish love birds, cats love mice, dinosaurs and frogs, princesses, and princesses, we see meteors fly past, we watch trees bloom, and I cannot wait for you to fall in love with my miracle!"