Origin Of Library 소설 & 이야기

I had no idea where to go so I walked into a library filled with dust and books. I greeted the Libyan with a smile and for the first time the library smiled at me, I was astonished. I always knew grumpy Liberians and I came to a conclusion . That’s how they were trained but I was wrong. I got into the library and picked up a huge book with the title giving me ideas. I open the book to a Picture if an ascent family. I looked back at the title. “The underworld..” I murmured quietly trying not to draw attention to myself.

Viklan’s POV Growing up with my own Daemon parents we were told stories of the Bermuda Archives where all the books that addresses our existence even that of human are kept in the Daemon library, actually we are the ones that call it the Daemon library, it is just called the supernatural Archives but because it is situated in the Bermuda Triangle which the daemons have taken from the sirens hence the name.

He probably heard us fall. Alice gets up quickly and rushes to the door to close it. She reaches out her ear to see if he is moving away and I only get up when I hear her sigh with relief. "Follow me." She says as she heads down a hallway. "What is this place?" "You don't know?" She asks in a surprised tone. "It's a library for werewolves. There are many books about our origins and history. It's hidden so the humans won't stumble upon it."

“…appears to be an Origin Book.” Cold spread instantly through the room. Even the sanctuary lights dimmed slightly. I frowned. “What exactly does that mean?” Order answered this time. “Origin Books are ancient records created before the kingdoms fully separated.” His silver gaze darkened. “They contain foundational knowledge.” That sounded dangerous immediately. Chaos snorted softly. “That is the polite way of saying catastrophic information.” Hunter crossed his arms. “What kind of catastrophic?” Silence stretched for one terrible second. Then Sol answered quietly. “It contains information on how to create bonds.”

The Anatomy of the Library-Standard The library was exactly as it had been on the night the $1,000,000 contract was signed, yet entirely transformed. The air didn't smell of "Stagnant-Wealth" or "Corporate-Chilly-Logic." It smelled of old wood, rainy earth, and the faint, ozone-trace of a "Sombra-Graft" that had finally been "Naturalized."

She was in her knitted cashmere sweater, which made her look even cuter than ever. “Bibliothèque nationale de France, ” “The national library?” “Yes, the very same one.” “Excited.” She clapped her hands together to show us just how much, and I felt my heart warm up. … I stepped into the enormous library, and I was immediately transported back in time to when I was ten and my Dad had taken me on a work trip to Paris. I was young, yeah, but that hadn’t stopped me from recognizing the value in reading and having a solid reading background. It was only when we sat after picking out some books on the psychology of law did I realized my Dad’s earliest intentions to bring me into his field.

finally stabilized into "Working-Models." "And the 'Library' is 'Full'," Audrey’s echo replied. "We have turned the 'Mistakes-of-the-Origin' into the 'Foundations-of-the-Future'."

Susan nods at the woman, confirming it. "Yes, very. It's a function that was embedded into the library during its creation, by my mother, so no book could be lost, and all books could be 'called back' at the end of the year." Susan explained to the librarian. Irma Pince was almost drooling at the idea of recovering all the library's lost books. Susan chuckled looking at the woman's face. "It seems that you were not wise to this function." Susan said. Madam Pince nodded. "I have never read about it in any place."

We walk inside and Elias turns on the cordless lamp. “What sorcery is this? A library has been here for… how long has it been here?” I ask, looking around. Elias lets out a chuckle. “As long as I have lived,” he replies with a small smile making my eyes widen. “Wait.. so you created this library?” I ask, my eyes tracing the spines of the books. Most of them had nameless spines, only bound in red cover or beige ones. “No. My sister, Luna Queen Rosamond did before people began to burn manuscripts that contained important information about different species.” I hear his wistful tone and shift my gaze towards him.

The library opened on a Tuesday. The civic authority had chosen the date for its administrative convenience — the first Tuesday of August, the beginning of the second half of the civic calendar, the symbolic start of something rather than the continuation of something. Daniel had not chosen the date. He had received it as a given and had been designing around it since March when the practical completion schedule had confirmed the timeline.