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"She's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.

he answers without skipping a beat. I go up to my room to find some of the stuff I've been bringing home whenever I get the chance to stop by the old house. I find some of my favorites. Percy Jackson. Vampire Kisses. Mortal Instruments. I hope she likes them. I can't imagine living the way she has. If I thought what we were doing was wrong before, I don't now. Fuck that guy. "Where are you going with all those books?" Leelie stops me when I turn around to take these down to Every.

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Nobody pays any attention to us, so we make our way forward. Jonas leaves us and disappears into one of the numerous shelves in the spacious room, while I continue to walk down the aisle with Luke by my side. A lot of the books here were written in French, while there were a few written in English. Luke pulls out a leather-bound book off one of the shelves, running his hand over it. The title is in French. "This is one of my favorite books of all time." "You read books in your leisure time?" To say I wasn't outrightly surprised would be a lie. I never pegged Luke to be someone who enjoys reading novels.

Geez Embry, note to self, go back to therapy when this is over, lord knows you need it. ------------------------- I had seated myself in the backroom where Indy had taken me to talk last night, with a cup of hot chocolate which I had made and a book that she had given me. I couldn't even remember the last time I read a book by myself. As she handed me the book I was grateful it wasn't a romance, I doubted I would be able to stomach one of those for a while. Instead it was a crime fiction which was suiting, being the closest I'll ever get to the police.

“I also read thrillers. Dan Brown, Lee Child, and Matthew Reilly.” “I haven’t seen so many books in anyone’s house since a long time now,” she said, enchanted by the room. “Most people read on the Kindle.” “I like the feel of a paperback in my hand. The smell of books is irreplaceable.” She liked his old-fashioned thinking and appreciated how he was sharing these little insights with her.

I saw Jules Verne's books, The Hobbit and Lord of Rings series, Hunger Games trilogy, and a lot of books that had managed to catch my attention but I had all of them at home. That's when my eyes caught Percy Jackson. I had two among the series and I had three remaining, so without any doubt, I picked them off the shelf gracefully. Out of all the numerous books in this category, I chose those books. Of course, I like them but I had not thought much about completing them, it was intriguing but I just did. It was as if I was under an Imperius curse or something. Whatever! Right when I turned I came face to face with Karthik, who had an eyebrow raised going under his chocolate bangs. I distanced

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Jade questions. "I told you I can't give away any detailed information." Joan looks up from the book, to stare at Jade, her voice serious. "Okay" Jade nods her head in understanding, "then where is my hint?" "Here" Joan pushes the book she was holding onto Jade's hands, in which she was already carrying the book she found earlier. "This is your hint." "Wait-what?" Jade stares at the book's title. 'Werewolf Mythology : The love story of Lycaon and Lydia'.

she retorted. "Oh, please. Her life isn't at stake here. But yours is." I took the drenched books out of the bag and tossed them on the coffee table. They had a particular smell to them. I picked one up and examined it. It seemed to be bound by animal skin. The paper used was papyrus and the ink used was... I took a closer look and then took a whiff. Blood. There was no doubt that these books were invaluable. She walked closer to them and I saw fear slither into her eyes the moment she read the titles. "He knows."