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he followed up his statement with a smile before looking away from the two by the side. “It is not an allegation, Elder Damien. As I said before, I’m only trying to clarify if you have a hand in what happened,” Ronald countered instantly with his voice turning ice cold. It was simply indicating he wasn’t there for casuals. The elder had already picked up a book from the collection he had on the footstool. The particular book was an old one just like the rest, having a cover texture that was a lot different from the mundane style of cover designs. The cover had a mix of brown and gold, with the gold being used for the inscriptions, even at the edges.

I nod and look around. “Where is the book?” I ask. She wasn’t carrying anything when she entered the room. “I always carry it with me, you just can’t see it,” Shanna explains. She mutters a couple of strange words, holds out her hand, and a book appears and falls onto it. The cover is fine leather engraved with a vine-like design that swirls around the edges of a large picture. The picture depicts a woman standing with her arms stretched up above her head. Above her, there are stars in the sky and I swear I see one twinkle. Shanna opens to the first page and I am stunned to see a spell.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

"I've been working on the section with the book in particular," Brynne said. "She suffered some heat damage in a fire decades ago, and it's been a struggle getting the cooked-on lacquer off that book. It's special, I just know it." I looked again and made out the word Chrétien. "It's in French. That is the name Christian right there." I pointed. Her eyes got big and her voice excited. "It is?"

Grabbing the book he turned around handed it to me. “Please read this and learn about me and my pack.” Taking the book from him, I almost dropped it from where it was so heavy. Damn how old are werewolves to have a book this big? I look at the cover and there is a family crest with a wolf in the middle. The book cover is beautiful and the pages look ragged on the edges. “Fine but for just one night tomorrow we start our summer vacation and I need to turn in my resignation. Plus I have to get all the grades turned in since I’ve missed today and tomorrow is the last day.”

The dry grass crackled in the evening breeze. Pale green streaks at the base of the stems were all that showed it was alive, struggling against the heat of the summer sun and a rainless afternoon. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but the clouds refused to release their water. A large sign with a bear in a hat declaring the fire danger “extreme” glared out over the road. A car sped by, the taillights fading into the setting sun. A red glowing cigarette ember flicked out of the open window, landing on the dark asphalt. It rolled gently, swirling in odd circles until finally resting on the edge of the road. The parched breeze puffed, pushing the small glowing light into the grass. It only took

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

, then the cover reads: “Catastrophic Prophecies” - What's up? – Gary asks. - Let Mark and Kevin get back. Then you wake up Lucifron. Alexander really found what we were looking for. - On the little mermaid book? - No. in this one. – Ryan takes off the paper cover of the book and shows Gary the real cover. - How did that happen? - It couldn't have been by accident. For this book with this cover to be in children's books, it couldn't have been an accident.

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.