How Heavy Is A Book Novels & Stories

"Heavy how?" The woman looks at her incredulously. "Books have weights. I can lift things by using magic but they use an equal amount of essence to use. Do you even know what essence is?" "Yes." While Evy had to carry one pile on her left arm and offered her right. She was still picking more and more on the shelves. She gave her one look before she ignored her again.

I immediately took it from his hands and almost stumbled to the ground when I realized how heavy the book is. "Why does this weigh so much?! It looks so thin!" I whined while giving him deathly glares and wincing a bit while carrying the heavy book. Why didn't he warned me?! "That is the book of prophecy." "Prophecy? What prophecy?" I asked curiously while scanning the outside of the book. It looks old, ancient to be exact. The cover looks like made of wood twigs that were put together in a haste. It was a messy book cover, to be honest.

A young maiden carried seven, very thick binds of books that seemed to be really heavy. Thus, she plopped them down over a nearby desk along with a sigh of exhaustion. The other girls were the same, yet their books were either as light as pocket stories or random history books that they found out of haste. When it came to Crystal’s turn, the maid’s eyes inspected the binds of books which was carried by Crystal in an elegant manner. A small smile was evident but not too obvious before her eyes gazed over at the other females. ‘I was right.’ Crystal thought to herself with glee.

I stretch my arms which makes a book fall on the ground. Ehh? Did I bump in this thing? But... that is impossible. I mean... With a frowning face I look at it only to see that it is impossible for this book to fall because I bumped on it. The shelves is also not that fragile, there are no wind to push this to making it fall. To add that conclusion, this book is not that light and I can say that it's cover is fairly heavy. With a questioning eyes I never knew what is the reason of this thing falling but one thing to be cleat. This thing isn't something you can find elsewhere.

And then, as though it had been waiting for me all along, my gaze landed on a large, old book resting on a shelf near the far corner. The spine was thick and heavy, the title embossed in faded gold letters. The Book of Alphas. My breath caught in my throat. The words themselves felt heavy, like they carried a weight far beyond their simple meaning. It wasn’t just any book. No, this was something important, something significant.

WRITER'S POV Marcus packed both books, the stark difference in their weight was clear with one being heavier and the other so light it felt almost like paper. He took a minute to scan the shelves but found nothing else, most of the books were on the history of wolves and how they evolved. It didn't seem like they were important to what he needed to find. His mind went back to the fact that he would soon be seeing Naomi and he couldn't help the happiness that bloomed in his heart.

I inhaled deeply before going over to the shelf. Running my fingers through the books that lined the first row of the shelf, my eyes scanned the books, in search of something to pique my interest. Most of the books here were written in languages I couldn't even read. Finally, my eyes caught a tome. It was moss green in colour with a texture that actually felt like moss. Smiling to myself at the innuendo the publishers might have made this book into, I pulled it out, surprised by how heavy it was. It definitely didn't look like it was heavy.

’ I asked, rising from my seat. ‘A hunch,’ I gestured to Gillian that I was getting something before leaving. The library was filled with tall, heavy shelves and big heavy books. It was as if they intentionally picked the heaviest books. There were others but the majority of the books looked heavy and extremely old, and instead of giving off an old book smell or the typical scent you get from a library, it smelt like morning dew and frost.