Pages In A Novel Novels & Stories

The woman was once again alone, to wander the nothing endlessly. That’s where the story stops, and the pages become blank. Six blank pages before the story continues with a new tale of a reincarnated Athena and her journey to find her mates. This pattern continues four more times, where the last five to seven pages are blank before moving onto the next story. No spell I have tried has been able to reveal what is written on those blank pages, but I’m sure whatever is written there is important. I really should just give the book to Jamari and see if she can read the pages that are blank.

Allan picked up the only novel there which was in the far right corner almost covered by Allan's other tomes. Allan wasn't used to reading novels, just looking at the title made him lazy. 'Journey of Love?' Allan frowned. "Aish! What is this book? Never mind, it's better than nothing! Who knows, it might help me fall asleep!" Allan took the book which wasn't thick and returned to his recliner and started reading. At first he was lazy to read it but over time Allan was immersed in his new book, because the novel book was thin enough that Allan, who was used to reading thick Business and Management books, was able to finish it in a short time. Allan closed it. And looked towards the book.

Her breath, even and unhurried. She passed a bookstore. The same one she’d power-walked past every morning for a year, late to a standup, coffee sloshing, brain already compiling the day’s failure modes. Today she stopped. She went inside. The air smelled like paper and dust and time. She bought a novel she’d seen months ago and never had time for. Six hundred and twelve pages. No table of contents. No appendix on scaling Kubernetes. The cover was a deep, useless blue. The synopsis mentioned a lighthouse. She didn’t even read the whole thing.