Novel & Cerita Poem Book Pages

An hour later, after searching for anything to help us within books that ranged from brand new to hundreds of years old, I huffed with disappointment and decided to stretch my legs; my pale finger trailed over the spines of books, dust painting my fingertip. Once I reached the poetry section, I smiled brightly. All around me were books from Silvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickson, Robert Frost, and many others that were like my old friends. Taking a random book off the shelf, I flipped through its contents. "(...) Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home." ~ Tecumseh "You enjoy poetry too?" A familiar voice spoke behind me, making my heart speed up as I jumped slightly. Turn

"Come one, glow, and act all magical and all that. Show me a page; make me read her reasoning behind it all. Make me realize what Seriona wants me to do, come on." The pages of the book opened, to her surprise. She was so quick to sit back up that her head kind of hurt a little. But as she peeked into the words written with golden ink, she sighed. There are lessons and reasons behind all the problems you will face. I couldn't predict it all, so I apologize if one day I do not have the answer for you. But if you could find an answer, I wish you could help the next ones that would follow you.

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

More, and more. End of Book 1

It all looked very interesting. I turned a few more pages. "How far are you with translating?" I asked him, while still running my fingers on the words that continued to give me a funny feeling. I turned to the next page and my breath hitched. "I'm on the 74th page." He answered and I looked down at the page number I was on. Page 501. He still had a long way to go. My face flushed and I couldn't get my eyes off the beast I was staring at. The book had no images with colour, but I could already imagine the creature with bright glowing green eyes.

Set it on the table and opened to the section where pages had been torn out. Four pages. Gone. Removed with surgical precision. I ran my fingers along the ragged edges still clinging to the binding. The paper was not yellowed like the rest of the book. Not aged. The tears were clean. Recent. Very recent. I pulled the lamp closer. Examined the binding. There. At the base of the torn section. A fragment. So small I had missed it the first time. A corner of a page that had not completely pulled free. I used my fingernail to carefully extract it. The fragment was maybe an inch square. Most of it blank. But in the corner. A few words visible in that same ancient script.

It is the book that Rael asked me to read and I forgot to come back to it before knowing that I have been very keen and busy the last few weeks of my life. I could not help but to check on the opened pages and saw first fee verses. ** I creases my forehead when the part literally caught my attention. I check for the time on my phone and it’s still eight-three so I still have lots of minutes to spare just by reading the next part of this chapter. I check if how many pages I have to go through and saw that it’s just a one and half page so I decided to slumped back on my chair to continue checking and reading the next part.

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

I opened the other pages, my eyebrows met when I read something. I’ve read the poems and qoutes written on every pages, these poems and qoutes are kinda familiar to me. I read the other written texts. As I turned the last page, my eyes widen when I read it. Is she…

Donato spun around, but nothing was there. His pulse thundered. His breaths came short. He turned back to the pedestal— and nearly choked on air. Because the book was open. Its pages turned on their own. Slowly, deliberately like fingers of wind were flipping through fate. "No…" he whispered. "Stop." But the pages turned faster— faster—until they slammed onto one single page. The writing etched onto it shimmered like liquid black fire. And the temple whispered into his bones— "Three will go forward…