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His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information. “But it’s nothing like holding a book in your hand and getting lost in an adventure or romance novel.” I joked. “Oh, I have a few books if you want to pick some out and take them with you. For the journey.” “Really? That would be great!” I clapped my hands together in excitement about what new tales I could delve into. I ended up picking out three books. One was about a treasure hunt, the second was a collection of romance stories from around the realm based on Alpha’s finding their mates, and the third was based on historical figures and their relationships to their gods.

Almost. One word. Just one. What word could possibly encapsulate an eighteen-year-old who had lost everything that ever meant something? What single word could hold the weight of a thousand untold truths? A single syllable strong enough to contain the grief, the guilt, the gnawing emptiness that had followed me like a shadow? A hero? Survivor? Brave?

"Seriously, Isabella, why not give them a shot? How can you judge romance books when you've never read one? You're always saying not to judge a book by its cover. What happened to that principle of yours?" The answer is simple, and Avery knows it as well as I do. Nonetheless, I respond without hesitation. "Because, when you read something, you're supposed to feel something, or at least that's my expectation. To me, literature is a doorway to dive into an alternate world, hoping to be stirred by the author's work." "That sounds like what that girl who still adores Percy Jackson would say." "Alright, yes, Percy and Annabeth do get together in that series, but Rick Riordan delves more into them

Old relics and reminders of the Greeks hung on display and sat high on shelves. She wondered how they had gotten these things themselves. And what half of them were even for? This was not her world. Or at least she didn't think that it was. But how could she explain what happened in the class earlier? Theo and Damon sat in the lobby of the office, just outside the door. Layla could feel the pulse of shadows and the threatening crackle of lightning as she sat waiting. She took notice of some scrolls that sat on the end of the desk. The table was engraved in runes. The scrolls though… they seemed to be talking to her.

I can see her eyes moving as she is flipping and scanning the pages of the book, 'Lycaea' that I had purchased at a greek-myths-inspired store near the neighborhood. Lycaea is a book about the ancient beings; werewolves or lycanthropes. What they are, where they come from, how did they come to life, birth and death. Merely just everything about them. The book has this weird carvings in the interface, almost as if it was carved out straight from a leather. The name Priam could be seen at the spine of the book. I wonder if it was the author of Lycaea. Aside from that name, nothing is carved aside from the design the outer cover of the book has. "You even bought a book huh?" she added, smirking

Jade questions. "I told you I can't give away any detailed information." Joan looks up from the book, to stare at Jade, her voice serious. "Okay" Jade nods her head in understanding, "then where is my hint?" "Here" Joan pushes the book she was holding onto Jade's hands, in which she was already carrying the book she found earlier. "This is your hint." "Wait-what?" Jade stares at the book's title. 'Werewolf Mythology : The love story of Lycaon and Lydia'.

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

"It's Alexander, thank you. You may proceed." "So, according to the book which I told you about. It's called the Galaxus. It was compiled by ancient idols and spirits and poltergeists and many more. We had from Jove, Poseidon, and damn, I even got from the goddess of wisdom, Athene..." "Just cut to the chase, will you?"

“According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.” A smile crawled into Lex’s lips. “Actually, it does.” “How, if I may ask.” Bob folded his arms indignantly. “Yes; maybe G****e thinks Hades had one son – or none at all, but that’s not a reliable source, is it?” “You just said ‘G****e’ isn’t reliable.” Byron chipped in. “For once I have to agree with the kid. You just said G****e, the most reliable source of information on the web, the

Something—anything—that would drown out the him of my beast. My eyes landed on a thick volume about ancient Lycan myths. It had always been a favorite of mine, and it usually worked to quiet the noise in my head. Maybe it could help now. I grabbed the book and dropped into the nearest chair, flipping through the pages. My hands trembled slightly as I turned each page, even as the words blurred together in front of me. I forced myself to focus on the text, reading about the great wars between packs and the legends of the First Alphas.