Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Dust Jacket Novels & Stories

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

Politics, Power, Business, History and many more. Boring. Boring man. I continued tracing the spines with my fingers, liking the texture beneath my fingertips. At some point, I completely forgot about the journal. I pulled out one of the books. It had a rare cover I had never seen before. “Pride and Prejudice.” What? I checked the cover again. Maybe I had read it wrong. Or maybe it was another Pride and Prejudice. But no. It was the same book, only with a different cover. This one had a black hard cover with the title engraved into it alongside the author’s name.

The air was rich with the scent of aged paper and leather, a comforting contrast to the acrid smoke that haunted the streets outside. I moved slowly through towering shelves, fingertips skimming the spines of long-forgotten volumes. Titles embossed in faded gold hinted at lost wisdom: Histories of the Old World, Chronicles of Unity, Legends of the Phoenix. The last caught my attention—a striking cover depicting a phoenix rising from a blaze, wings spread wide.

The King was impressed with the arrangements and walked two feet ahead of the Duke flashing his signature smile to the other royalties. The massive hall housed a huge chandelier in the middle; Pink and white fabric draped from the mid to the railings of the hallways upstairs. It was perfectly matching the heavy drapes around and the floral arrangements in the hall. The hall was intricately designed with hand sculptures. More than fifty royal families stood in the King and Queen’s welcome. Their eyes lingered over the young Prince as he trailed behind them confidently. Everyone was star struck; their chest filled with immense pleasure. It was not wrong—the Prince was absolutely handsome.

Tears and mucus were streaming down his face. “Heartless?” I smiled, radiant and bright. “Compared to what you did to me on our wedding day, this is nothing. “Lucian, adults must pay the price for their choices. “Your youth was expensive—this was the price you owed.” With that, I waved my hand. “Drag him away. From now on, this man will not be allowed within half a step of Cross Industries' offices. “Anyone who lets him in will be fired.” “Yes, Miss Cross!”

It’s more likely that a draught from the door or windows disturbed the pristine alter cloth. My gaze passes over the objects on the table, white candles, willow branches, bundles of herbs, trinkets and tchotchkes. My eyes settle upon an open book, the pages are loosely bound and the gilded illustration depicts a woman being lifted into the clouds by two sets of hands. In my awe of the tome I forget about the potential stowaway. I must have this book, the people are no more, so it will not be missed and I cannot fight the urge to reach out and pluck it from its resting place. It is cumbersome to hold, even with both hands and I have no idea how I will hide it from Halen.

No doubt that shut would cost a fortune in the now market. It had golden edges and a golden switch but it was covered with a black silk cloth that created even more emphasis on the gold designs. It looked like something straight out of a Victorian-era movie. Halle searched the final shelf for a book with at least an interesting title, some of the books looked as old as her while some were from recent authors she knew…wait, why would Xavier buy romance novels...She caught herself smiling the more she thought about Xavier sitting on the reading chair and a romance novel placed under the antique lamp.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

He held it, almost protectively, until the others had stepped back, and then he offered it to Henry directly. “Here, this is for you Henry.” The Principal said. Henry took it, curiosity prickling at him. The paper was smooth, the ribbon tied in a precise bow. He could almost see Adrian’s hands folding each corner, as if the act itself was an offering. He opened it, lifting the lid of the wooden box inside. And his breath caught. Nestled within was a leather-bound journal, so full of pages, its cover engraved with Henry’s initials in script. Alongside it lay a pen, its barrel etched with a wolf motifs.

He took the card and departed from there. “ Those could have been delivered here as well.” Wiggling my brows, I questioned Jai. “ No, those are only for me to see and cherish. Moreover, do you really want to get them delivered here and have them displayed for everyone?” Jai said while wiggling his brows. “ How sure are you that they won't be displayed at your place?” I asked him slyly. “ They won't be touched. No one will be brave enough to face the Prince's wrath. So they won't be.” We were walking with our arms conjoined and my head rested on his shoulder.