Peninsula Books Novels & Stories

She coughs, her confidence evaporating instantly. “Peninsulas,” she says weakly, drawing a frantic shape in the air. “I meant peninsulas. The landmass. Surrounded by water on three sides. Because… you are an island of knowledge in a sea of ignorance. It was a metaphor. And… anatomically—geographically! Geographically, a peninsula is a very strong landmass. It just… it juts out. Very prominently. Just… thrusting out into the wetness. A firm, rocky protrusion just… hanging out there…” She stops.

About The Author The author is a Bicolano who hails from Binanuhan, Pilar, Sorsogon. Having lived half of his lifetime in the same locality, he devoted most of his time to learning practical things through observations and several failed attempts. Because of his ardent desire and persistence to harness, develop and maximize everything that he has to its fullest potential, he was able to achieve a certain level of mastery on matters which is of prime significance. He is passionate about a lot of things. He is simultaneously a carpenter, composer, inventor, mathematician, choir and acoustic band member, frequent user of Microsoft Excel and Google Sheets to solve work – related problems and, w

I took the piece of paper from him and nodded, "Yes, sir." Ezekiel dismissed us, and we left his office, relieved that it was over. Later in the afternoon, Aiden, Penelope, and I sat down together at one table during lunchtime, I couldn't help but notice the excitement in Penelope's eyes as she held a worn-out book in her hands. "What's that book you've got there?" Aiden asked, looking over at her. "It's the last known book of witches," Penelope said, beaming with joy.

There were gaps in the shelves where books had been taken and not yet returned, and a reading chair beside the window that was worn in a way nothing else in the penthouse was worn — the leather softened and shaped by years of a specific body in a specific position. I went in. The books were eclectic in a way that felt revealing — architectural history beside Russian novels beside dry financial texts beside poetry collections so heavily annotated in pencil that the margins had their own conversations. I ran my finger along a row of spines and stopped at a name I recognised. Pulled the book out.

I called but nobody answered. Is she asleep? But it's already past 1pm! "Penelope?" I called again. I grabbed the door knob and tried to open it. IT'S UNLOCKED. I peeked inside and the first thing I saw was a huge pink bed. "Penelope?" I called again and decided to come inside. I walked towards the left side of her bed and saw a table with a row of picture frames. One was a little Penelope maybe around 6 or 7 years old, wearing a long pink gown and a high heels that is obviously not hers. It's too big for a kid like her in this picture.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

"I really should get going.." "I just want to talk. I'll make it quick. We can go anywhere you want."I was practically on the verge of begging and I think she liked it. She liked having me at her mercy. Only she could ever have it that way. With hands in my pockets I walked alongside her, but her attention has been on the sea creatures behind the glass since we set foot inside the aquarium."The aquarium. I thought maybe a coffee shop.. But never here." "I like it here. Penelope and I come here most weekends. She likes the fish.. Well all animals actually."

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.