Mercury Pookkal Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

The lines around his eyes let Lu know that he was smirking behind his coffee cup. “If we are?” Merrow asked, brushing back his white blonde hair as he studied the book in his hands. Flipping back to the cover, he looked at the models with a sigh of boredom. “It says it’s about mer-folk, but he does not look like one of ours.” “I think it’s supposed to be the girl.” Puca said, his grin deepening. “She has a tail.” “That’s not what we look like either,” Merrow said with a frown.

It opened its ferocious eyes and opened its mouth as if it was roaring before death. By now, Samuel had fully understood why there was an unusually bad smell of salted fish here. It was the smell of serious decay. Samuel looked at the mercury man in disbelief. He did not understand what this meant. The mercury man smiled and looked back at Samuel. "This is...?" Samuel was confused. Wasn’t it a secret book? Why was it a child's body? Moreover, what did the mercury man mean by showing him the child's body? Where did this child come from in the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?

"I still have the guards phone, let's snap the pages and keep back the book. My sister's life can never be in the line of this shit." "Are you joking? Do you know how many pages this book's got? That phone's memory is just the first twenty pages of this book. Just twenty pages. This book is a kind of historical analysis, that was written down, so many years ago, you can tell from the way the book looks. C'mon Hel, think, you can do better." "Then there's one option left, Mercury." "Okay, let's hear it." Mercury said, listening. "You are reading me the book, from now till whenever it ends."

My name is Mercury Roderick. I have been mute since childhood. I was told by my mom that I didn't cry like other babies when she put me to bed. Instead, I had stare at her with my big baby blues, and my lips quivering slightly. Then I grasped her finger and broke into a toothless grin. Something which stunned the doctor, nurses and my dad.