Novel & Cerita History Of Book Burning

On his way out of the mansion, he picked a bottle of liquor and went outside. He dropped the book on the ground and poured the liquor into it. He pulled his lighter and threw it on the book. He’s going to destroy this evidence that will accuse his mother of Treason. No, he can’t let that happen to her. Kean stared at the fire as it devoured the book, reducing it into ashes. The fire died down as the book became nothing but ashes. There’s no remnant of what used to be a dairy filled with thoughts of betrayal.

"Do you know of the rituals performed by the sorcerers? Any of them? I have always thought it strange...what Sasha said to me of returning when I had taken in." He tilted his head slightly and a contemplative look came over him."I suppose there might still be a few books around but they might be difficult to find. The lores and books on them where burned after the great war. I doubt the little that are left behind on them will be of any help. My predecessors made sure to get rid of everything that was tied to them. They believed the less the people knew about them, the better."

Now it just clarified who I was. I turned toward the balcony, the city lights flickering below us. “Burn everything. I don’t want a single record left.” Zach holstered his gun and stepped closer. “You’re taking this better than I expected.” I glanced back at him. “I stopped expecting justice a long time ago. All that’s left is control.” The flames ate through Silvetti’s villa before dawn. I watched from the courtyard as smoke coiled against the Roman sky, curling into gray ribbons that vanished over the city. The air was thick with the scent of scorched wood and old paper — the erasure of history.

"Open the palace reserves. Empty the noble estates Darius confiscated. No one in this city goes hungry while there is a single crumb in the royal pantries. Understood?" "Understood, General," Jinx nodded, making a note on her datapad. "And while Jinx secures the rations," Ashren said, straightening up and fixing his golden eyes on me, "we deal with the parasite on the table. Darius is dead, but if he's haunting that steel, we need to know how to permanently exorcise him." "Darius burned the Royal Library during his purge," I reminded him. "He didn't want the people remembering the Old Laws. The warlocks tossed millions of books into the courtyard and set them on fire. There’s no one left who

As it is said that the original copy of which multiple prints were made for the first time which also had the soul of the princess which started preying on the people who started reading the book as she started showing them the worst side of the life because of which they got gloomy and started committing suicide soon after reading the book And according to one of the most famous folklore which has been passed from generation to generation it is said that the book is still roaming on the Earth and is finding its 151st prey as 8 years ago the books were printed which killed almost 150 peoples and soon after that before she could complete her final number all the books were burnt down

Could there be more to the story that was lost or deliberately hidden? Tears threatened to form in my eyes as I continued reading the book, but I forced them back. The text described in painful detail how the white wolves were treated as outcasts, labeled as threats simply because of their extraordinary powers. The book even justified their extermination, painting it as a necessary act for the greater good. It was a chilling narrative, filled with propaganda meant to erase the true history of my ancestors.

"Can we borrow or take the books home?" "Stop playing games, youngster. We are about to finish." The man spits angrily. He examined the book on the table. "The Beast King? You may find more recent editions of books on any bookshelf, this one is out of date." "Recent ones?" I have my doubts. I could instantly understand why this book had been classed as out of date. Most likely, those at the top did not want everyone to come into contact with such information. The majority of people nowadays have only heard about demons. They are unaware of how frightening they were. To avoid public uproar, literature containing specifics concerning demons was banned.

He says quietly “Since it got used as evidence of the accusations, and yet, contained nothing regarding the curse placed on them.” “Don’t you think the church would destroy those books?” I ask, my own voice quiet Zen taps the papers on the table “They were seized by the Emperor after they realized books on magic can’t be destroyed using normal methods, and since they couldn’t leave such information lying around.” “With so much knowledge right here, no one’s made any progress?” I frown Just how incompetent are the people around here? Or maybe… they just don’t want to be involved with magic and curses. Like how someone might avoid a disease.

She simply gave them the truth and let it stand in the snow, and the men received it in silence, the flat broken silence of a people too cold and too hungry to do anything with a truth but hear it. Then she went back up to the study, because there was nowhere else to go, and she took out the book to burn it. That was her honest intention. The swollen ledger of buried bodies had cost her everything. It had turned Dain into a fuse, started a mutiny, and taught her that every secret in it was a door that opened onto a trap. She knelt at the small cold hearth with the last of the fire she would allow herself, and she opened the book one final time, meaning to feed it page by page to the flame, a