Novel & Cerita How To Find Out Edition Of A Book

I checked if there was the Encyclopedia. Pointing my index finger and gliding it to the wooden platform of the shelf, I suddenly stopped as I spot the Encyclopedia that hid the shelf number. "Encyclopedia No. 12!" I shouted. I looked on my both side, unaware which side I should check first. The next shelf in my back was the nearest one. "I'll go check this shelf. Please, somebody try checking the other one!" Nathan rapidly ran and checked the books at the next shelf after Shelf No. 12. At the same time, I was checking the shelf before it. The books were similar in sizes, and has no unbalanced pattern.

Audrey Climbing up on a nearby ladder, I pulled the thick, worn book from the shelf. Its golden spine glinted in the dim library light, and I turned it over in my hands as I came back down. “It’s a text on pack birth records,” I said, glancing up at Edwin as I strode back over to him. I handed it to him. “Think it could be useful?” Edwin studied the cover, then shrugged. “At the very least, it might have some information that could help you figure out your lineage.”

Slowly, carefully, he lifted the book from its pedestal. “Got it," he whispered triumphantly. The eBook felt historical, its cover worn but still vibrant with problematic designs. He opened it to the first page, eyes scanning swiftly. The text changed into written in an antique dialect, but Michael had studied enough to apprehend the gist. This e book held secrets and techniques, powerful ones that might exchange the whole thing.

"If I can't find another book, how can I find out about other information? I can't ask the elders in this pack, because it will all end up being useless. They all turned to support Alexander." Serenity paused for a moment, and began to back away slightly. Serenity turned her head back towards the sofa, where she had placed the book earlier. "The book does look very thin, and it is certain that many of the pages were torn out. And I'm also sure... that the torn pages are the ones that discuss the most important things in the book. I could have tried to locate the torn pages with the power of my subconscious. But I still don't really understand how I can do that."

In this rare moment of peace, I’ve chosen a book, turned off the lights, and let the muted light from the cloudy sky illuminate the pages. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I glance down at the book on my lap. My finger traces the letters that read ′Book of Law’—this year’s edition. I’ve learned that a new one is printed annually, and Efrem possesses a copy of every single one, dating back to the very first one.

After a full thirty seconds of unnecessary paranoia, I finally open it and a part of me is relieved it’s not a bomb, nor a dead already infesting animal. It’s a book! My eyes widen I surprise as I realize it’s not just any book. It’s a first edition copy of something I mentioned once in an author Q&A buried deep in a forum I barely remember posting on. “No way…”My breath catches as I pick up the book slowly, like it might disappear if I move too fast. I searched for this months ago. Couldn’t find it anywhere and I told myself it wasn’t a big deal. But it was. And now it’s here.

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I managed to hold out until midnight. But the curiosity was a physical itch. At 12:05, I finally gave in. I got up, pulled the book out of the bag, and sat back down. It was exactly the edition I had been looking for. It was out of print, hard to find, and probably cost more than I spent on groceries in a month. I opened the front cover, half-expecting to see a smug note written inside, but there was nothing. Just the smell of old paper and ink.

I said, looking at Damien. “These books are written by authors who have gathered information about her as the years passed. Not everything in there is real. It is just a fragment of their imagination and things they heard about her,” he said. I sighed. “That means we can’t even trust these books. There are so many of them,” I said. Dante took a book, and he scoffed. “7th edition,” he said, showing us. You can’t be real. “How is there a 7th edition of something that happened centuries ago?” Dante said, flipping through the old book.

I won't let them get to me today. ~ Later that day, Caelan showed up with a book tucked under his arm and a dark green tin in his hand. I stood in the hallway and pursed my lips as I stared at him in amazement. "Is this the pack law edition I couldn't find?" I asked slowly, taking the book from him. I was fighting a smile now. It was the exact one, the advanced territorial disputes edition that had been out of print for two years. "Where did you get this?"