Romans & histoires James Book Review Guardian

It would also prove that Celestial City was safe. When James learned of Stephen’s plan to give a speech, he quickly reported it to the South Regent. The South Regent chuckled. “Is he trying to use the identity of the Grand Marshal’s mentee to prove that Celestial City is safe? Let’s see if he’s worthy to be called the Grand Marshal’s mentee. Send a few people to watch the speech.” James said, “Understood.” Two days later, the day of the speech arrived. What attracted people’s attention was a billboard on the stage. It showed a picture of Stephen in a sleek suit, looking charismatic, mature, and dependable.

I responded to Katie. Both of them nodded their heads in response. I know they understand my point. “Nah, stop worrying about that. James won't allow anyone to take what's his, and if there's one thing I know about him, it's about his dedication. He won't let someone take his position just like that,” Christopher muttered to me. I shook my head and said, “In our world that is full of enemies, we never knew what happened next. We still have to be mindful around us and never let our guards down. James was once killed by Gideon and I don't want that to happen again because he gets killed…”

I asked in surprise. “Because… I… I have my reasons.” “What reasons do you have? C’mon!” I waved my hand desperately. “Bro, you scare of baby girls and I fear baby boys, it’s a draw.” he made fun of me. I couldn’t find anything to say; he was totally right, I just laughed, “OK then, who is the best bodyguard after you?” “It’s James,” Jake answered. “He will accompany Joshua… tell him to take to the hospital and buy him anything he wants.”

“I know perfectly well what it means. It means we are no longer the ones who are running. That we aren’t the ones who look over their shoulders and wonder when it will happen again. It means we are showing we aren’t prey. Not to the Old Ones. Not to the Council. Not to anyone.” Jameson scoffed. “Yeah? And when they all decide that you’re too dangerous to exist? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen, Lena. You’re no longer just another Guardian. You’re something they don’t comprehend. And the things you can’t control? They get destroyed.”

"They were brought by my adoptive father from his last travel before he died years ago." "Tivona, I'm sorry that I brought up such a subject..." The younger looked at her and strained a smile. "You're bound to know it anyway. My father is also a firm believer of the guardians, said that they exist for a reason: to protect the last secrets of humanity: secrets that are supposed to remain buried in the sand." "And you?" "For a time, I believed him too, we are a small village, we barely get any action other than disputes against members and from other villages, but other than that, we are practically secretive that we rarely interact with the others save for our neighbour for basic necessities.

"If I let something 'happen' to the child from time to time in the future, do you think James will eventually stay completely out of pity for the child?" Those words sent chills down James’s back. His entire body had stiffened instantly. The blood in his body seemed to have frozen. Something he had always believed in seemed to have shattered. Seeing this, the bodyguard quickly withdrew his hand and stepped aside.

"Ember was fleeing an abusive marriage. I offered protection. That's not something I'll apologize for." "Protection." James laughs—a cold, dismissive sound that makes my fingers curl toward claws. "Is that what you're calling it? Because from where I sit, what you're doing is making an absolute fool of yourself over a woman who isn't worth the effort it takes to say her name." My beast stirs beneath my skin. I press it down. "She's worth more than every person in that council chamber combined."

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” “Is it?” I shifted closer, my voice dropping. “Liam wants to destroy him… everything he’s built and you’re helping him. So I’ll ask again… why?” James was quiet for a long moment. His eyes flickered to the kitchen, where the sounds of cooking still echoed. Then he looked back at me, his expression unreadable. “You’re one to talk,” he said softly. “You are also betraying him,” he shrugged. “In your own way.”

We were very good with each other. I loved being a housewife and mother, but I had other duties. James had written four more books and, being the most critical person he knew, I became his first editor and adviser. He said that his recent work was his most refined, the closest to real literature. I don't think he was just saying it, but I am biased. For whatever it was worth, the critics agreed with me that he was both an excellent storyteller who created satisfying mysteries. Money really wasn't a concern.

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.