Gore Vidal Novels Novels & Stories

Videl “Miss Videl, dinner is ready,” Kara said softly from the other side of the door. I didn’t answer immediately. I was still lying on my bed, one arm resting above my head, my phone held loosely in my other hand. The screen glowed faintly in the dim room, reflecting against the ceiling. The same headline stared back at me no matter how many times I refreshed. GENERAL V TO ATTEND WALKER–ALLEN WEDDING LEGENDARY FIGURE BREAKS SILENCE

Varek Valewind sent torches into her office; the room where she had been working on herbs to treat the injured troops that had been shipped back home from war in their numbers. I watched from outside, hidden behind a tree as she screamed, confused, scared, agitated. I watched with tears running down my eyes as the flames swallowed her whole, turning her body to ash before the scent of her blood had even faded from the air. She had been confused, I knew it. But when she stared into Varek Valewind’s evil brown eyes from the window of her study, she became still. He was the enemy, and Agatha Veylard refused to give the enemy the pleasure of seeing her squirm. She wouldn’t beg for her life, not

Wendy Another library. Another dead end. So far, anyway. "Nothing." I close the book louder than I mean to, and a woman at the next table over glares at me. I make an apologetic face and shrink into myself. "Same here." Alec pushes his book away. The local library on the third island isn't much bigger than a house, and the number of books on local lore amounts to what can hardly be called a stack. "Maybe this is pointless," I mumble. "Igor spent decades searching for the coin. What makes us think we can find it in a few days?"