Lynn Nottage Books Novels & Stories

I hope it holds what we need. Nate led us towards the library, opening the large dark oak doors. We entered smelling the stale air of old books and dust. The entire circular walls were covered in books. Nate went up the spiral staircase to the second floor. He opened a class display and pulled the book out. He handed it to me when he returned back downstairs. The book had a red leather binding with singed in words that read A New Leader. I didn't understand the title considering the subject we were looking into.

I need to speak to you! Lynn started complaining in his mind as he looked at the iron book Clarice is holding. Anyway, he decided to redirect the conversation for now since the woman might notice that he’s really not aware of the Key she’s talking about. “Ehem… Of course, I’m taking care of it. Anyway, this book what is this?”

Nadine blushed. * * * Back at Nadine's apartment, she saw the books Madam Yvonne promised to lend her, on her doorstep. There were about five of them. A note which said Take everything you read with a pinch of salt. Fact and fiction are in the mix was behind the cover of the first book. Nadine carefully carried them in because they looked like they were really old. She was so eager that without eating, she began to peruse the books. They were written by various physicians, historians and hunters.

The voice remained calm. "Soon." "I've heard 'soon' before." "This time we mean it." The call ended. Lily remained motionless. For the first time in years... She wasn't planning her next move. She was waiting for someone else's. She hated that feeling. That evening, Noah spread Daniel Harris's notebooks across his dining table. Most were ordinary work records. Until he reached the final notebook. Several pages had been torn out. Not recently. Years ago. The remaining pages contained only dates and short observations.

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

"Just don't whine about it, it ain't befitting around here." "I don't know how you haven't got a permanent hangover," Lloyd snapped "especially since some alcohol gets stronger the longer it ferments." Getting up, he moved to look over the books on the shelf, noticing even Nathaniel owned a Bible, badly damaged with several pages torn from the worn leather. Inside, some passages were underlined with an angry hand and caustic comments etched into the margin. "Don't pry, lad," Nathaniel turned and plucked the book from Lloyd's hand, his nails scraping a red line down his knuckles in his swiftness. "Either ask or sit on your damn hands!"

Lynn scooted out of the staff break room while she stuffed her mini tarot deck into the pocket of her pants. April stared at the door as it closed. If Lynn worked, her cards right… Crap, she had a lifetime companion and now she needed to figure out how to tell him… She needed to find him… Then after the disaster between the coven and the Vagas Moon Alpha pairing. How much drama will come from the coven about this pairing?

THIS NOTE IS FREE and should not cost you any coins. My beautiful butterflies and little birds, For those who haven't read The Forgotten Luna / The Royal Luna—ignore this author's note and just carry on with the next chapters. But for those who had finished Kael and Adessa's book, this note is for you.

Dee’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “That book is a myth,” Linette said. “It doesn’t exist.” “It does,” I replied. “Covered in spikes, bloody writing, and glittering with gold and black.” Linette’s lashes fluttered. “No… that book was destroyed,” she whispered. “What is it? Some kind of forbidden text or magic?” I asked. “It’s the Book of Fate,” Linette breathed. “Said to have been destroyed centuries ago. How did you touch it?” “It… appeared in my room,” I confessed, my voice shaking.