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It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

Josephine continues teaching her armies all they need to know and she had not yet gotten the idea that some guys are hidden at their side. "You place the chaos book on your head" She said as they watches the chaos book around her. And it flies to the the middle of her head and stand still following the movement of her head. Besides the book was a little bit far from her head as it wasn't touching her head. It was hanging at the air but exactly the same position with her head and it is moving just like the way she changes the position of her head. Not only was it on her head, it sparks more brighter as her hand glows purple.

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Plain and simple, he couldn’t imagine being without her. He studied the dagger as it lay in his palm. Very expensive. So where did Isabelle get it? She never told him. On closer inspection, he turned it over and looked at it from a different angle. The handle was wider than most he’d owned. Very peculiar…especially, the tip of the handle that looked as if a piece of paper was stuck in it somehow. He pinched the edge and pulled, and the paper kept coming. Soon a small script appeared with strange coding upon it. His heartbeat hammered as excitement shot through him. Could this be what he’d been after all this time?

"Come on Zita. I know that, if it's not with Zoey, then it's definitely with you. The Book of the Tranquil Realm of the Universe." Wait, what? That book? That's not possible.

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You can slowly bring them in front of you. His voice in my ear is freaking me out. He should not be this close to me. I want to wrench away from him, but I can't. I can't move. Instead, he takes my hands in his and moves them to my lap. The feeling of his hands on mine makes me want to vomit. "I'm going to untie your legs next," he says. "Remember, don't move until I tell you to." I suppose he thinks this narration of all these actions is somehow comforting, but

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Crap,crap,bloody stupid idiot static electricity" I seemed to have every single blanket,sheet and sweater currently trying to smother me to death.I fight and curse,landing on the floor of my bedroom in the process.I finally break free-my torso at least-and take stock of the damage done. My room is a warzone. A picture perfect tornado aftermath. The books from my bookcase are strewn across the floor,pages everywhere.All my stationary is scattered.My desk has been upended,my drawers open and empty.The contents litter every available surface.A snow globe I've had since childhood is shattered my so is my lava lamp,my makeup case and a tumbler I left on my bedside table from last night.There's ju