Keeper Of The Lost Cities Book 10 Amazon Novels & Stories

He hesitated, his grip tightening. “I met your father once. It wasn’t a good encounter, which is why we moved back to my hometown in America. And I’m sorry, sweetheart. Your mom never wanted you to find out this way. She actually left you a letter. I was supposed to give you only if you ever asked about him.” A sad smile ghosted his lips. “I guess I was naive, thinking maybe you never would. Or maybe I was just afraid.” From his pocket, he pulled out an envelope. Jackie’s name was scrawled across it in her mother’s handwriting. “I… I read it,” he admitted. “I shouldn’t have, but I did. And I don’t understand all of it. She mentions something about a Noonday… some crazy stuff that didn’t make

Seven years old and still able to sleep through the end of the world. He looked at them both for a long moment. Maya's hand found his in the cold. He turned his palm up and her fingers laced through his and he held on. Across the grounds the library rose dark and solid against the treeline, its stained glass windows catching the first pale light of morning. Whatever answers existed in this world were inside that building. Whatever the truth was about Vargr, about Ivy, about what was coming for all of them. He just wasn't sure they were ready for what they'd find.

Frustration slowly built inside him. Then—His hand froze as he eyes caught thw sight of a symbol. A circle surrounded by thirteen crescent moons. The exact same symbol from Ashbourne Academy and the exact same symbol from his vision. Draven immediately pulled the book free and dust exploded into the air. The title was faded which most of the pages were damaged but one section remained readable. His eyes scanned rapidly, then stopped. "The Keepers." His heart skipped and slowly, he continued reading. The Keepers were not a pack, nor were they rogues.

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

I stuck out my bottom lip slightly and gave him my sincerest look. He stared at me for a moment, and I thought for sure he was going to kick me out of the library. I knew he wouldn’t be persuaded by the puppy dog look, but to my surprise, he sighed and turned his laptop to face me. “It’s about the lost city of Endovier,” he explained. “It’s a prequel to my last release. If you’ve read my series, Enchanted Cove, then you’d know what Endovier is—”

the Architect said, smiling cruelly, “I’m not the only one hunting you. The Board kept a hundred books on their computer. Scary stories, war stories, stories of monsters that eat stars. Now, the walls between the books are gone.” As he spoke, the alley began mixing with other worlds. Off in the distance, Maya saw a metal dragon from a space story flying above a candy forest. Ghosts from an ancient horror tale wandered through a futuristic city of glass. Everything was colliding. The long path had turned into a nightmare. “We need to go,” Julian said, grabbing Maya’s hand. “The Ghostwriter said the secret is in the title of Chapter 100. We have to reach the end before this world becomes a sto

Like we’ve done for years. "So what's with you and Aidan?" Jared asks between mouthfuls of chocolate mint ice cream. "What do you mean?" I reply after taking a long licked from my vanilla soft serve. "Well yesterday he came to ask me about your book. And it was weird because it was the 3rd one in the series. He didn't even know it was yours or your name. He just wanted a background check on it so I told him it was yours. He then Alpha commanded me to tell him everything about you. He said it was a clue. What's going on there?"

O-kay, then I probably had no choice but to knock and then wait. It took a moment, but then I was faced with a well-groomed, older lady who looked at me questioningly. Far and wide no locks or weapons. Since that was already very promising. "Yes, please?" And she was polite too. Jackpot. “Hello, my name is Grace Shanks and I come from the Venators' Guild. One of your neighbors reported a Proles sighting to us. But since he has disappeared again, my partner and I are searching the area for traces and I wanted to ask if you noticed anything. ”Well, that sounded professional. I was back in my element baby Yes.