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But she… she was beyond anything I had prepared for. I ran a finger along the spines of the books, sliding past titles in languages I didn’t recognize, scripts older than kingdoms, runes that whispered to one another. One tome fell into my hands, its cover warm under my touch, vibrating faintly as if alive. I opened it, and the pages exhaled a scent like aged honey. The text scrolled across the page, weaving histories of bloodlines that bled power, lineage that could bend reality.

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"My prince, I am so sorry. Please excuse me. Your father, that is to say the king, ordered a rush on all things relating to the Fellstar Prophecy and because of this and well frankly the lack of seers, I have been rushing around in an attempt to have everything prepared before you got here. Which now I can see was a waste of time as I'm not even half done and you are standing right here." I laugh to myself as the young woman babbles on. "It's fine." I say. "No rush. By the looks of it, it will take me a while to read all of the ones you have here. So if you will just allow me to pick these up, is there a place I can set up to study?" "Y-y-yes" She says and points to a small nook just off the

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Meeting those monsters in not included in the plan. The herbs that we need to get are Cilantro and Dandelion. I know cilantro being a rare plant in this world is weird. When I asked Anna to buy it at the market she told me that the only way to obtain this is by harvesting it at the Cornwich Woods. What's weirder is this is not a case to other similar herbs like parsley or celery! Are the Gods of novels making fun of me? "Miss, this the Dandelion Greens, I'm quite surprised that the young lady of Falsen House knows about herbs!"

she murmured. That made my spine tighten. I followed her gaze to the book. It didn’t belong. The others were worn, faded, labeled in neat script. This one was darker, the leather cracked and uneven, its spine completely blank. No dust or markings. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone light even as my instincts screamed. “Let’s not touch the creepy, unlabeled object in the ancient magic library” She swallowed. “It feels like it already touched me” I took another step forward. “Lyra, seriously…” I shuddered in goosebumps.

The ceiling above shimmered with faint enchantments—twinkling stars embedded in glass and crystal that pulsed like a living night sky. She trailed her fingers along the spines, marveling at the titles: The Lost Histories of Astira, The Blood of Forgotten Queens, Mystic Bonds and Magical Lineage, The Vaelthorne Chronicles… That last one gave her pause. She pulled it free and settled into the nearest high-backed chair, curling into its velvet seat like she belonged there. For hours, Seraphine read. Some books were stories, others records of laws, others theories of old magic—names and places she had only heard whispered by old women in markets. And others still… felt oddly familiar, like piece

Lucy leaned toward Michael's ear and whispered, "Looks like you don't need special powers to turn someone into a sex slave." "Um," Cherry said, her voice meek and unassuming, "I was thinking. There's a place I know of, a friend of mine told me about it. I've wanted to go there for a while, but I've never had someone I thought I could go there with. W-we could go there." "Sounds... interesting," Michael said. "Let's try it."

’ ‘I am simply saying,’ Seraphina continued, ‘if something called a cinder hen lays eggs in the Outlands, I deserve a full description before it enters our mouth. “They lay well near warm stone,” Spiro said, sounding almost pleased. “Difficult to catch. Annoying creatures. Very fast.” Ronan blinked at him. “You sound excited,” Ronan noted. “I appreciate competent food,” Spiro replied. ‘Very fast,’ Seraphina repeated. ‘There. Suspicious. Chickens are not supposed to inspire battlefield respect.’ ‘You have never met a chicken,’ I told her. ‘And yet I know this,’ Seraphina replied.

The guilt was eating me up inside. “I’ve been reading a few books from their library.” “You, read?” Sasha asks, like the thought of me reading was blasphemous. “Yes. Read.” I glared at her. She raises her hands up in surrender, muttering something about just being a girl. “They are interesting fantasy books.” “Ohh, fantasy, I’m in.” I rolled my eyes knowing her dirty mind was the one active here. “Not that kind of fantasy book. Real fantasy.” “Real fantasy. Like wha—“