I Know This Much Is True Book Novels & Stories

] [NEW CONDITION UNLOCKED: RECOVER THE NAME OF THE CHILD WHO WAS NEVER BORN. The silver-haired man stared at the message. Then he looked directly at me. “You fool,” he said quietly. “You have just awakened the one thing I spent centuries trying to keep forgotten.” Behind him, the black book appeared. Its pages opened. And a third name began writing itself beneath ours. JULIUS EVERTON.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

Maybe a female? It stopped, however, as if knowing my thoughts—that I was waiting for it. I released a resigned sigh. “I am going. But first… these books in the library... are most of the information in them correct?” A nod. “Especially the ones on the wall.” I balked. You have to be kidding me. There was no way. “See? You’re being doubtful when you are hit with only a dosage of the truth. Are you sure you are actually ready for the truth you think you are desperate for?” El asked.

“But I need all the info on it I can find, and I think the whole the less you know, the better thing strongly applies right now.” “Fair enough,” she says with a shrug. “Though what I imagine you’re doing with this information is probably worse than what you’re really doing.” “That’s debatable.” I try not to smile at her sass. I shouldn’t encourage it. “Though you know what they say. The truth is often stranger than fiction.” I scan a row of books, going over each title slowly. Most are in Latin, and I know I’m not going to get lucky enough to find a big, fat book conveniently titled The Idiot’s Guide to Opening and then Closing the Gates of Hell.

Finally, we can start our lives the right way. “Stephen, I knew there had to have been a reason behind everything. Over the last few weeks, I had this nagging feeling that we would find out the truth today. I’m so happy that this is all over and we can finally stop wondering what the truth really is. I love you.”