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Pile of books piled on the table. Towering high to cover Rail's very serious face. He read every word, sentence and paragraph written in the book. The book contains about human organs in more detail. He took the wrong book, after finishing and didn't get what he was looking for. He changed his book to another. One book was finished reading and he didn't find what he was looking for, he moved to another book that was in the pile. The pile moved from one side of the table to the other.

I said. "Since before breakfast," she said. "Luna," I said. "I needed to read everything," she said. "Not just what Serin summarized. The actual materials. You cannot understand the full shape of what something has been doing by reading someone else's summary of it. You have to read the thing itself." "And what have you found," I said. She reached into the stack and she pulled out the small book that had been at the center of the table. It was slim. Illustrated. The kind of book made for very young children, for the earliest years of school.

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"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

I haven’t heard of any of them. How did Justus learn to read? Can everyone in Last Pack? I was always told that they can’t. I flip through the book with the sun on the front. The font is small, and the paragraphs are long. I skim the first page, but none of it sticks. My eyes slide along the words like they’re buttered. I’m about to put it back when someone whistles outside the den. My fingers fumble, and the book falls, wide open and face down.

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, and she began to read the names as she tore, because it seemed wrong to burn men without at least reading them first. And somewhere in the reading, her hands stopped. She had always read the book the way Caius meant it to be read, down its columns, name beside secret, each entry a private leash from Caius to one frightened soul. A machine for holding individuals. But she was too tired now to read it his way, and in her tiredness she read it wrong, read it sideways, read it as the whole thing at once, and what she saw was n

She moved into the shelves and I followed and we went slowly through the fiction section where she pulled things out and read the first pages with the efficiency of someone who knew within a paragraph whether a book was for her. She found three. I found one. At the counter she looked at mine. "You've read that," she said. "I want to read it again." "You reread things." "Occasionally. When something's worth it." "What's worth it about this one." "The structure," I said. "First time you read for what happens. Second time you read for how it was built." She looked at the cover. "Can I read it first," she said. "You have three."

“Would you like to read it here? I thought we could go through it together. Just the first few pages.” I hesitated. Then nodded. She pulled her chair closer. Not a lot close to me, but close enough that our knees almost brushed. “I’ll read the first page,” she said, opening the book again. “Then we’ll talk through it.” I tried not to stare at her lips. Tried. She started reading. Her voice was low and steady as she read. “…his fingers slid between her folds, slick with need, and she arched her back like an offering…”

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Like I don't have a care in the world right now. *paper sound* What is that sound anyway? I sleepily open my eyes once more to see the book once more but this time there was a picture. Page 28? When did I even start reading this book? I should just get up, use my speed magic to read it finish and go back to sleep... Why am I even reading a book like this? I sleepily wondered, I then felt a gentle, tender pat on my head, the tender feeling of fingers going through my hair once again lulls me back to sleep.