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Ash chuckles, “It’s okay, we managed.” She nods, “Could I have the book to look at while we wait for Serena?” Kai nods and gets up to grab it. They had re-wrapped it in the silk scarf that Benny had given it to her in. She lets Kai unwrap it and place it on her lap. The book is clearly ancient, but the leather of the cover is in remarkable condition. But then it had been stored in a dragon’s hoard for years. The cover had an embossed phoenix on it, and a few gems in gold settings to highlight some details.

Some were falling apart and otgers has strange covers with symbols I did not know. I walked slowly because everything felt heavy. Jax lit a small lantern on the table and the whole room glowed softly. “You said you saw runes like mine before. Are they in these books?” “Over there. I think the book is the second one on the left.”He nodded and pointed to one of the shelves. My hands shook a little while I pulled it out. The cover was dark brown and cracked. When I opened it the pages almost crumbled but they still held shape. And then I saw it. The same pattern across a belly. The same shape that curled on my own skin.

she reaches for a book and hands it over to me. " ugly love? and why does this sound so depressing?," I chuckle. " oh come on, give it a read. You will love it "I raise my eyebrow in suspicion but again what can a book made of paper do to me? " Okay," I shrug keeping it with me. she picks another one," which one is that," she turns the book and shows me the cover. " How about a coffee is dying to have one," she wiggles her eyes making me laugh. God, who is this?

The book cover was made of thick leather with parchment pages tightly bound together with twine. With trembling hands, Anna opened the cover and began reading the first page, and the next, and the next. She was astonished to see the text was word-for-word the exact same as the manuscript her publishing company was about to release in a few days, plus several thousand years in the future.

After I was done dusting the shelf I thought to leave. "Leaving already?" He questioned, to which I immediately retreated my steps away from the door, smirking. Oh so I wasn't just a ghost in his eyes. "Come and look at this" He uttered nonchalantly. As I went to stand before him he flipped the book over so I could see. Instantly my jaw dropped, my nose tickled with anxiety as I started at the present footage on the book that was supposed to be a book but no! It was a tab with a book as the cover.

He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair and tugging on it violently. I was worried. I hadn't said anything wrong. "You're a witch," the man muttered, turning his back to face me. He walked into the room with the table and poured himself some wine. Had he gone mad? I watched in horror as he ripped open his shirt and flung the pieces away. He gulped down the wine and walked across the room to a shelf facing the long table. When he turned sideways to reach for a book on the shelf, I saw it. It was only a brief moment, but I would recognize that tattoo anywhere.

Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

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.

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