Learn To See Book Novels & Stories

I point out, lifting my eyes to settle on Sierra who seems to be looking along the rows for a specific book herself and she turns to me with a patient smile. “Grimoires are enchanted…. don’t look…feel. Ask the book to help you, push your emotion to its very core. See what it gives you.” Sierra nods at us before bringing her armful of six smaller books to the table and pulls out a stool to begin with her own search. She looks as determined as Meadow does, who already has her pages flicking fast and furiously as she scans the words. Meadow lifts her chin and frowns at me as though she thinks Sierra is a bit mental for telling us to feel rather than read the pages and I shrug, telling her to do

They knew. They remembered. I walked toward the central dais, where the Grand Seer was said to keep the Living Book—a tome bound in dragonhide and inked with visions pulled from the Weave itself. I had seen it once, as a child. It had burned me then. Now, it only opened. The Grand Seer stood waiting, his face obscured by silver threads, his hands bare and marked with ink and scars. “You are early,” he said. “For what?” I asked.

He holds it above him knowing she was way shorter. "Gimme! Gimme!" She jumps trying to get the book from him while they both chuckle at her struggle. "Gimme got shot," Lucas said. "Well gimme got revived!" She shot back at him. “I just thought it looked interesting. I really enjoy reading and learning. Um, books were really the only way I get to… explore the world. It is how I learn.” Leam goes to his desk and pulls out two books from his locked drawer.

He gasps, and this time he lets 2 tears escape from his eyes. “I have a theory. I’ve recently discovered that whenever I am in contact with this book, things are starting to happen. Every time I touch it, the symbol on the book cover flashes in front of my eyes, and I feel like something inside of me clicks in place. And magic happens…like early on, I’ve seen my mate’s eyes and face shape in front of a mirror, and…”

I said. "Since before breakfast," she said. "Luna," I said. "I needed to read everything," she said. "Not just what Serin summarized. The actual materials. You cannot understand the full shape of what something has been doing by reading someone else's summary of it. You have to read the thing itself." "And what have you found," I said. She reached into the stack and she pulled out the small book that had been at the center of the table. It was slim. Illustrated. The kind of book made for very young children, for the earliest years of school.

Walking to the bed I carefully lift the mattress and see that the prophecy book is still tucked neatly underneath it. Sitting on the bed I hold the book in my hands and watch as the symbols on the front of the book transform into a language that I can read. The book hums quietly on my lap begging me to open it. Laying the spine on my legs I let the book fall open. The pages turn on their own as if being moved by the wind. Suddenly the pages stop and a page begins to glow brightly under my finger tips. Taking a deep breath I open my eyes and see a new page glowing brightly in my hands. The symbols magically change and translate themselves on the paper.

Leaning close, he whispered, "Your situation is different. She might not be able to handle it. Give her this. It'll make things easier." I nodded, understanding what he meant. Then I took Julia's hand and led her toward the small wooded area behind us. The night was deep and dim. It was hard to even make out each other's expressions. Julia seemed even more eager than before. She moved closer, her touch bold but still uncertain, sending waves of tension through me. Everything felt new and overwhelming, the intensity of it pressing in from all sides. I drew her closer until her back met the tree, closing the space between us until it vanished completely, our breaths gradually falling into the

- Looking away was the best option. She didn't need a degree to decipher their type of body language. Even a blind person could see it. The problem was she had regarded him in such high esteem. Disappointed. Dejected. She turned away. She should have known better. She guessed SOMEONE had the power to burst her happy bubble after all. And she stupidly gave him that power without even knowing. -Six more weeks, Sin. Hold on tight.- *** She was so fucking glad she was almost done for the day and really looking forward to peace and quiet in the library.

Chapter 1 As I scanned the fairy tale section while slowly touching every book on it, I suddenly stopped when my hand reached the book entitled, She Who Can See Monster. I deeply sighed before I decided to pull it out of the shelves. Ever since I was a child, I always enjoyed reading children's stories. Because for me, they were more than just a story for the kids. Beneath those fantasies was a hidden meaning that the writer wanted to give to every child so when they grow up, they would know how to deal with reality even without fantasies.

“Something real. Not a memory of a party or a name of a person we both hate. Tell me something you see right now.” I looked around the room. I saw the way the firelight danced on the gold leaf of the book spines. I saw the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, silent stars. I saw the way the shadows made him look younger, softer. “I see the fire,” I said, my voice low and melodic. “It’s dying down to embers, a soft, glowing orange. It looks like the heart of a mountain. And the books… they look like a city of paper, all standing at attention, waiting for someone to listen to them. And I see a man who is far more than the darkness he’s been handed.”