Louise Penny Three Pines Books In Order 소설 & 이야기

However, now, less than three months after Arya died in that car accident, they were already eager to kick me out and take over my house. Only now did I understand. When they said 'home', they had long since treated this place as theirs. I stared at my name on the property deed, thinking back to their conversation earlier. I pulled out my phone and carefully photographed the deed from cover to cover, uploading everything to cloud storage for backup. After finishing, I hid the property deed in an even more discreet location. … The next day at dinner, I had barely sat down and taken a few bites when Sloane started sighing heavily. "Ugh, business at the factory has been terrible lately. My payc

Each time Amory says it, Spencer grows uncomfortable momentarily before he shrugs it off. Amory decides the documentation for the Motor and Custom Hart’s businesses, in addition to the Triple H, will be stored at the colonial because these are businesses she’s not interested in! However, the documentation for the diner, the laundromat, and the apartment complex will be stored at the lake house. I’ve even seen her write up a preliminary agreement that if she goes through with divorcing Spencer and they can’t work out a partnership, then she wants these three businesses in lieu of alimony!

THIRD PERSON POV The Lagos Polo Club lounge was a sanctuary of dark wood, leather that smelled of money, and air conditioning so cold it felt like a different continent. Here, the noise of the "commoners" outside—the sirens, the shouting, the struggle—was muted by soundproof glass and the clinking of crystal.

The Harlow Inn sat at the end of a quarter-mile gravel drive that wound through old-growth Douglas fir, the trees tall enough to turn the afternoon light green and cathedral-dim even before the clouds had properly settled in. Eli drove it slowly, partly because the rental car's suspension was already complaining about the state of the road, and partly because the inn appeared in stages through the trees and each stage gave him something new to calculate.

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can

I took my time reading, and another hour went by. On finishing the third book, I realised I hadn’t read them in the right order. It seemed Finding the One was the first book, followed by The Claiming Rites, and then Under the Red Moon. This was a trilogy that needed to be read in the right order. I stared closely at the books and found the numbers on them written on each book from one to three, just like I arranged them. These numbers were written on the drawn-out full moon on the bottle right of the book’s front page, and, being set beside each other in the formal order, the full moon glowed.

Mr Jones Vones was not the kind of person to have pity on. As she watched him kneel before her, pretending to sobb while she still comforted her neck, Ivy reached into her robe and pulled out the knife Magdalene had given to her. She looked down at him as she aimed to stab his spinal cord, the joint behind his neck. She knew it would kill him within seconds and that was her plan. She readied herself and was about striking when something happened

The car slowed as the trees thickened. Elara sat upright in the back seat, hands folded over her knees, posture perfect despite the fatigue crawling along her spine. Her mother had reminded her: First impressions matter most. So she did not slouch. Did not look out the window like a child. Did not fidget. She stared straight ahead. The iron gates loomed up like jaws, black and ancient, set into stone pillars veined with moss. The driver didn’t speak. Just pressed a button. The gates groaned open, reluctantly, like something old and angry was being disturbed.

I’m telling you, they are delinquents, all three of them. When I left the Islands, Rosaline was talking about coming to Pine Lake to help in the fight against the rebellion. I have a feeling that if she is reunited with her comrades, the rebellion won’t know what has hit it. She mentioned something about me completing their circle, but never went into any great detail on the matter. She said I had to focus on mastering the basics before she told me what she was going on about. Obviously, my curios nature has led me to the library, and I have been ploughing through every magical manuscript I can get my hands on. It wasn’t until yesterday that it occurred to me, the Witch Chronicles would have

Pulling on memory to guide me, I hurried across the bitter cold ground as best as I could under the circumstances. I had to vigorously rub my eyes to keep them working properly. The house was in sight, but still a small distance away. As I pushed my body toward it, my vision blurred to the extent that I felt blinded. That darned house was so near and yet so far. I didn’t stop to think about what I might do if Tillman was home. He had, after all, kidnapped me and used up most of the magic in the box to force Lance into marrying Lilith. At least, that’s what Anton insisted happened.