Leather Bound Bible Niv 소설 & 이야기

The natural light of the sun straining out of the blinds caused Ananeas to stir. He felt his head pounding as he stretched out his left hand to block out the sunlight, which helped little to nothing, his heavy eyelids now opening. He decided to move his body to the left when he felt a weight on the right side of his body. He looked downwards and saw a blanket covering his naked lower areas, a head resting on his bare chest and a hand travelling down from his waist to his crotch. He quickly peeled the body off from his and sat up straight.

The contents thumped and it was kind of heavy. “Open it, silly boy.” With great vivacity he ripped the paper from the box and peeled away the tape that secured the edge and looked inside. He gasped as he brought the book out of its cardboard confines. “I know that you will never be able to replace the one that got messed up, but I thought maybe you’d like another one,” Sebastian said in a light, perhaps nervous tone. Jaxsen stared at the authentic camel leather binding of the journal in his hands and couldn’t breathe. The covers were textured under his fingertips and he could tell the paper inside was recycled. Just like his old one.

She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage. She walked over to the end of the bookshelf, pulling out a black leather-bound book tied with a thin rope. Carved into the leather were the words ‘Book of Transcendents’. Maleigha motioned to a small round table and the three of us sat down. She handed the book to Kai and he opened to the first page.

The book I was currently opening was larger than the rest, bound in black leather that had cracked and split over time. I flipped through the pages only to freeze when a heading popped out at me. History of the Dark Bond.

The media had drifted off with the others, and all that remained was a middle-aged man holding a bible seated in a white folding chair at the far end of the first row. The seats looked so desolate without anyone in them, but the casket was a far worse sight than empty chairs. My long hair waved in the wind as I approached. The sun reflecting off it, shining as though it were a beautiful day not one filled with grief and loss. I found myself directly in front of the beautiful, black box and sat, staring at its finality, the significance of this time and place. I didn't sit on a chair. Instead, I kneeled on the freshly turned dirt, resting my bottom on my calves, my feet crossed at the ankles.

"You stay behind me." She started to protest. Then noticed the worry in his eyes. Not annoyance. Fear. She nodded. "Okay." --- The chapel was silent. Sunlight streamed through colored glass, painting the wooden pews in shades of blue and crimson. At the altar sat a single leather-bound Bible. Beside it rested a sealed envelope. Across the front, in elegant handwriting, were three words. For Grace Only. Dani's breath caught. Slowly, she stepped forward. She reached for the envelope.

The sixth register was smaller than any of them expected. Octavo-sized, the kind of book that fit in one hand, bound in the same worn-honey leather as the others but with a different quality to its age this one had been touched more recently, handled more carefully, as though whoever had held it last had understood what it contained and had treated it accordingly.

But at the front door, he said something, words leaving his tongue laboriously. "The Bible," he whimpered to me. Immediately, I ran back into his office, rummaging through the mess. It was in the most obvious place I didn't think to look in - on the last standing bookshelf, as the last standing book - the Hebrew Bible. And the irony was piercing - Abraham looked through every book that Ben owned except for the holy book itself. A book that would most like burn Abraham or his minion's hands if he were to touch it. Purposefully ignored, this sacred book had the parchments tucked throughout the pages of the 18th chapter of "2 Kings." My hands graced the leather cover, gliding over the "Holy Bib

The book cover was made of thick leather with parchment pages tightly bound together with twine. With trembling hands, Anna opened the cover and began reading the first page, and the next, and the next. She was astonished to see the text was word-for-word the exact same as the manuscript her publishing company was about to release in a few days, plus several thousand years in the future.

“Winked at me, the son of a bitch.” Richard looked down at what he’d been given. It was a Bible, the object the admiral had been holding in his lap—removed from its lectern not twenty-four hours prior when Lawrie had hugged himself and ran out of the church with it beneath his jacket. Leather-bound and tattered, really, really old. Rich lifted the worn cover and saw it was printed in a foreign language, glimpsed D. Martin Luthers on a crumbling inner page, 1670 below that. German. Over three hundred years worth of old. But why—