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Jameson says flipping the paper over and over. “Death, that’s what’s in it.” Kelly say and Oliver and Jameson laugh. I would laugh but I’m too tense. I’m sitting too close to this boy. This is not good for my health in any way. I need air, fresh air that is not contaminated by his scent. And the fact that he smells good doesn’t help me in any way. “I thought you liked school. The two of you are straight A students right?” Jameson asks looking at me.

The wolves at the edge of the forest vanished as quickly as they'd come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But their words lingered in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave. *The half-blood has defeated her enemy. Now let's see if she can defeat herself.* I stood at the edge of the camp, Stellan's hand in mine, and felt the weight of those words press down on me. Ronan was dead. The war was over. But something was still coming. Something that had been waiting for this moment since before I was born.

"And that’s what worries me." Rael barely heard them. His fingers traced the edges of the book, its leather cover warm to the touch. Since leaving the ruins, the ink on its pages had shifted again, crawling like living veins. The words had changed. The throne is no longer sealed. The sky will bear its wound. And the Hollow Crown waits. Rael’s pulse quickened. The Hollow Crown. The phrase had appeared before, buried deep in the writings of the First King, but no one knew what it meant.

Rowling fan, the kind of girl who’d empty her savings just to get the next book in the Harry Potter series. “Ivan Carlos,” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the name of the author. There was something about it that intrigued me. I glanced back at the shelf and realized I was in the section where most of Ivan Carlos’s books were displayed. I grabbed another one, this one with a blue and brown paper cover. Since I could only afford three books, I skimmed through, selected my third choice from another author, and went to find Chloe. “Are you done with yours?” I asked, eyeing the stack in her hands. She was holding four books, three by J.K. Rowling and one by Jo Watson. “Hey, that’s cheating

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

But the statement seemed to have given her just the strength she needed, as she rose from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Phoebe returned, looking so refreshed you'd hardly know she'd been in tears. She got dressed in a baggy polo and short pants. While she searched the room for a pin to adjust her shorts that was a little bigger than her at the waist, she caught sight of a novel, which made her lips curl up in a smile. One of the seven series of Harry Potter’s books _Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She’d just finished with the first series back home and as luck would have it, that was the next one on the line. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, know

Nisan would grow up in a world that half-bloods had built with their own hands, their own blood, their own courage. Elif placed her hand on the window and watched the stars. The future was not written. There would be challenges, setbacks, enemies who refused to stay dead. But there would also be this. The quiet moments. The love. The hope. She turned from the window and walked to the bassinet. Nisan was awake, her gray eyes blinking at the ceiling, her tiny fists waving in the air. Elif lifted her daughter and held her close. "I will tell you stories someday," Elif whispered. "About the war and the Council and the First Wolf. About your father and your aunt and the half-bloods who fought for

Karl nodded his head as he followed me around the room, looking at his old stuff. Next, i turned to the small bookshelf beside his bed. I traced my fingers across the spine of the book, reading their titles as i do. Most of the books are copies of Harry Potter and Lord of the rings. He also has four books of Game Of Thrones. "Didn't take you for a bookworm." I commented as i pulled out the first book in the Game of Thrones series. Karl placed his right hand on my hip as he looked at the book in my hands.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”