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"Only some?" "Some are private." "Then only the pages that are not private." Grey nods. He opens the notebook to a page and shows it to Julian. I cannot see what is on the page from where I am standing, but I can see Julian's face as he looks at it, and I watch his expression change from polite attentive interest to something quieter and more focused, and after a long moment Julian looks up at Grey. "Did you draw this?" "Yes." "When?" "Two weeks ago."

The next few pages show how the wolves didn’t eat the child, but took her with them. Then the illustrations jump to a battle scene, full of death and carnage. Bodies on the ground, and what looked like people and beasts fighting each other. Page after page showed carnage and blood, some images might be a little graphic to have in the Library to be honest. “If this book is about war, then what does the girl surrounded by wolves, from the first page have to do with anything?” The more I look through the book the more confused I become by the first few pages.

The page blurred for a moment, but when I blinked and rubbed my eyes, my sight cleared, and something unusual caught my eye. “Wait,” I whispered. Kylan looked up instantly. “What?” I leaned closer to the page, tracing my fingers over the sketch in the middle. The book was clearly old, both hand-drawn and handwritten in a script that was hard to make out, but I knew it was the right page. ‘The Box of Ashes.’ “Look,” I pointed out. “Aren’t these the symbols from the box?”

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

Alex pouted, but Ash just shook his head. "So what do you need to work on?" Ash looked at him, and Alex just smiled. "I want you to succeed. Plus, I have two papers to do, and they can't be late. Plus, I'm working on my first graphic novel about us, and I can't wait for it to be printed. It's going to be epic! So do you want to make out, or do you want to start your paperwork, and I'll make it up to you later tonight when the pups are asleep?" Ash winks at him, and Alex growls.

He turned the page He turned the page < i remember when we fought the amphibious and we lost , it was us who began this war the amphibious is a peaceful race, the last thing i remember from that war that the masked man were there and he declare the war> He turned the page Another page < i cannot remember what i did before the war, we were an adventure group we visited many place but i can't remember, i asked the others and they said the same that we traveled together to many places but no one remember where > A blanc page with a little sketch on the bottom is a sad face with one eye the other one is bleeding . The next page is a drawing of the moon but he was red like the blood. The next pag

She stripped the insulation from the copper strands with her fingernails, the copper biting into her skin, and pressed them firmly against the unpainted zinc screw of the ground chassis. A sharp, violent spark hissed in the dark. Deep within the frame of the massive vault door beside them, a heavy, pneumatic piston retracted with a loud, metallic clack-whoosh. The three-inch-thick steel plate slid slowly into the recess of the concrete wall, yawning open to reveal a stark, silent space. This was the sub-grade vault.

He said before handing it over. The book was only a little larger than my palm, and the pages were so few that I frowned. Can this even be considered a book? Nevertheless, I flipped to the first page, only to see a blank space. But on the second page, I paused. It was a sketch of a black mark, very similar to the one on Lena's shoulder. There were no words written under the mark, so I flipped to the next page quickly. The next thing I saw was the mark staying in, and I furrowed my brows. On the next page, it was the same thing, and on the last page, what I saw was an enormous black wolf, having a hint of brown and white to its fur.

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

To obtain and be knowledgeable in terms of fiction about supernatural and magical existence. Aesthelia Rasc is a writer on a known platform named GN, which stands for Good Novel. She wants to write something that will become popular, something that will definitely be a hit. To prove something and to prove herself to those who gave up believing in her. "I read to feel something, goosebumps in awe and amazement. Why do I feel heartbroken all of a sudden? Like countless draggers just stabbed my blood pumper, "Aesthelia rambled in her words.