Metaphysics Novels Novels & Stories

He also picked up the two novels of Emily Diamond that his local library had on the shelf— The Kestrel and the Children and The Star of Autumn, though he hadn't got a chance to read a single page from either of them. Not that he expected some sort of answers from this television show and these two “works of urban fantasy and magical realism” (as the publisher described the novels on the dust jacket), but he figured he should still familiarize himself with them. “Leave no stone unturned,” he muttered to himself with a small laugh. Besides, people sometimes fixated on certain works of art for a reason, and maybe he could pick up some of the psychology of the deceased girls if he immersed himse

Such kind of novels only deserve this kind of ending. Huffing, Seraphine vocalized, “This is all Kayden’s fault! If he didn’t have this novel at his library, I wouldn’t have been tempted!. Even if he has desires and gets horny, he shouldn’t touch such novels. What the heck? Is he a pervert or something? Does he have weird fetishes? It couldn’t be that he aspires to be like the male lead or the female lead even of such novels. That just gave me chills. No way that is the case.”

There wasn't much to do. "Mazaya can you tell me which one of these are real and not?" Zavier ask me. I looked up to him setting down two ancient looking books. The forbidden books to be exact. I touched both of the covers already knowing which one was fake and which one wasn't. "If I do this for you, will you let me do what I want?" I asked. Everyone looked at me with multiple expressions. Doing pointless things was just pointless to me. I was content with doing nothing and being bothered with no one. Until my soul came back to me I would just sit around and wait.

“I know it sounds batshit insane. Like the caller’s hallucinating or screwing with me. But he knew things—details no one should. And if there’s even a chance…” Lysander held up a hand, stopping me. “It doesn’t sound insane. Not entirely.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” He pushed off the table, walking to a bookshelf in the corner crammed with art books, sketchpads, and a few dusty tomes that looked older than the school. He pulled one out—a thick, leather-bound volume with faded gold lettering: “Mythos and Metaphor: Ancient Lore in Modern Art.” He flipped through it, landing on a page with illustrations of snarling wolves under full moons, runes etched around the borders.

"Yes. If the novel was incomplete, I can still use it for general guidance about major events. If my presence is changing things, I can predict what might change based on my decisions. If this world was never identical to the novel, then everything I think I know might be wrong and I'm operating on false information." Seraphyne was quiet for a moment. "What's your assessment?" "I think it's a combination. The novel was incomplete because authors simplify complex situations for narrative purposes. My presence is changing things because I'm making different choices than the original Kael would have made. And this world was never identical because the novel was written as entertainment, not as

"Mind if I look at what you´ve bought?" She pushes her bags towards him, James working his way through her book stack, raising eyebrows at some of her choices, muttering to himself as he does so. "´Modern Cosmology and Philosophy´, ´The Chronicles of Narnia´, ´The Mythology of the Ancient Greeks´, Asimov´s ´The Gods Themselves´, ´Fundamentals of Physics: Mechanics, Relativity, and Thermodynamics´, ´The Complete Sherlock Holmes´, Lovelock´s ´Gaia´, ´Pride and Prejudice´... An eclectic mix. Have you considered specialising?" He is laughing quietly, despite the implied criticism. "Specialisation is for insects," she sniffs.