Great African Reads Novels & Stories

The tables were uncomfortable, the books had the same smell of ancient scrolls and everything there seemed to crumble and certainly crumbled without the amount of magic that Asmodeus had imbued in each of those pieces. It was the ninth prince’s underground library. The library that not even the other princes were allowed to enter and that the menso half of them - did not know of existence. I stretched on the wooden chair where I was sitting. "Get up" he said in a yawn "we need to go visit your child at once." "But..." "Did you find something?" His eyes sparkled for a measly second with something that seemed hopeful, but as fast as it came... it fell apart.

My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the grand hall. I stopped in front of James, lips curved slightly as I raised my glass toward him. “Don Hill, long time no see.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly across the entire banquet hall. “Gerald Family from North Atlantis has come to visit.” “P-Pia?” James’s voice trembled uncontrollably. He reached out a hand toward me, as if trying to touch me and make sure I was real. However, Kane stepped forward, smoothly positioning himself between us, blocking James’s hand.