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“Humans do not live as long as Gwendoline and they certainly do not hold magic. Only fae hold magic.” “Nikodem has magic,” I protested. “Nikodem does magic, but he does not hold magic,” she explained. “He’s human, then?” I asked. “He is very human,” she replied as she leaned closer and whispered, “I have it on good authority that he has reached the end of his time. He will soon die.”

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

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Trisha doubted that will happened but if it did, she was gone. The thoughts that it could be her last night if she closed her eyes for as much as a millisecond her discomfort. She sighed as the door to her dormitory opened, without doubt, she knew it was Nora. She wrapped her sweaty palm around her wand tighter which was tucked in her blanket. She had no plans on using it, but if Nora tried anything funny, she wasn't going to hesitate to blast her till her charred, lifeless body was flung the other side of the room like a piece of meat.

“I do. I’ve seen the movies and read the books, because I know you’re going to ask.” The smile comes back to her face, but it’s not the same one as before. I’m back to feeling like a jerk and am getting afraid it might be too late. We just had sex—twice—and I’m acting like none of it mattered. If only she knew how much it did. How much it always has. “They’re modern classics.” “Yeah, they are. Obviously, I’m a fan.” “I got sorted into Ravenclaw. I did the quiz online.” “I got Gryffindor.”

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

She was getting bored. She went into the study to search for a new fantasy book. Alberto, her brother, added a new collection after fifteen days. He knew his sister loved to read fantasy books instead of love stories. She was running her fingers over the queue of the book's titles. "Twilight, Dead Beautiful, The Kiss of Deception, Relentless." She whispered the names of the titles, "City Of Bones," She pulled it out from the queue. She hadn't read it.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

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. The Nearness of You (The Thorntons Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief