Leather Bound Game Of Thrones Book Set Novels & Stories

Willow nods, she knows it will be. “I know; that’s why I’m putting several spells on it. One to hide the contents from anyone who hasn’t been given permission, one to bind the book closed so only I can open it, and another to make it invisible to everyone's eye when I’m not using it.” She has thought about it all, she will ensure no one can get into it.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

That night, as Leigh packed her meager belongings—the leathers, the hidden tools, a single, simple wool dress—she placed the velvet pouch with the shell at the very top of her saddlebag, where she could feel its shape through the leather. She was going home. Not as a daughter, but as the King’s gambit. And the prince, the frozen, wounded, infuriating prince, was her escort. The board was set. The pieces were in motion. And for the first time since she’d arrived in this gilded cage, Leigh felt the exhilarating, terrifying freedom of moving toward the storm, not away from it.

And proved themselves wrong. I slipped into the restricted section. Dust and iron. Blood dried so long it had become architecture. My hand skimmed spines untouched for centuries. The Binding of the Abyss. The Vessel's Sacrifice. The Law of the Shadow-Bride. I pulled the last one free. Leather-bound. Claw-marked cover. I opened it - pages yellow, brittle, the smell of a mouth sealed for decades. "Looking to stay in control, or lose it entirely?" I didn't flinch. Didn't stop reading.

And if I couldn’t protect him, then what the hell was I worth as Alpha, as his mate? I turned from the window and crossed the room to the far wall of shelves. The books lining it were thick, old volumes passed down through generations of Alphas, some with cracked spines, some newer, placed there for show. My hand slid along them until it stopped at the third shelf from the bottom. I pulled out a heavy black-bound ledger and pressed it into the slot behind it. A soft click answered, muffled, almost imperceptible to anyone else’s ear.

Rowan beckons me forward with a come-hither bend of his fingers, the rings adorning the long slender fingers glittering in the light of the auburn flames emitting from the fireplace. I gulp down my pride and take tiny steps towards him, he motions towards the seat opposite him and I sit. I narrow my eyes at a folder that sits on the coffee table, I hadn't noticed it before seeing as I had more pressing matters on my mind. "Go over everything carefully. Seeing as this union is for life you want to make sure you're not going into something you'll entirely regret." He shrugs, cooking his head to the side boredly. "You've already been sold to me, but why don't we make it official? Have it all o

"No, I hate you. You're a murderer." "Shona, please." Twisting my lips, I placed the destroyed book on the table side and walked out of the room to find him grinning. He nodded to the side. When I changed my gaze, I screamed, cupping my mouth. "I ordered your book. It's not author signed, but a new one. And I will read and mark the notes you made, I promise. Till then, you go through Game of Thrones books since you've trouble watching the series. And they're hardbacks." "But it was too costly." I had calculated the price of them together and they had calculated to total ten thousand, too over the budget I earned per month ever since I stopped using dad's money. "I can't take it."

It bowed. Outside, the sky blazed with banners of white and gold. Crowds filled the plaza, tossing petals into the air until the wind carried the scent of jasmine and salt. At the palace steps stood the Iron Throne ancient, cold, and blackened by centuries of rule. It had witnessed empires rise and rot, and had drunk the blood of kings and queens alike. Now it waited for its burial. Bianca approached it alone, her long coat trailing behind her like a shadow that refused to fade. She placed one hand on its armrest feeling the chill, the faint pulse of memory that lived in the steel.

Four, thick, leather-bound volumes. And a knife. A small, wickedly sharp, black-handled dagger. I turned, my heart hammering. Kael's eyes met mine. There was no pity in them. There was... a strange, wary respect. "He said... 'A prisoner with a deadline should learn to read. And a player needs a piece.'" He bowed, stiffly, and left. I stared at the items. The books: A History of the Lycan Lineage. Pack Law and Governance. The Great Wars of the South. Blood Oaths and Ancient Bonds.