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"Don't forget to pack your stuffs properly. We will ask Osinala when we get to Umuise tomorrow to ask some men to help you carry your luggages. Good night James." "Good night Paul," James said. He got up and went to the room Paul Okeke had prepared for him. His clothes, bible and some books were scattered around. He arranged the bamboo bed properly and closed the window gently then he grabbed his bible. It was king James Version, the holy book first published in 1611 under the auspices of a great king of England, King James the first. The book was dark and had the Holy Bible written on the top of it. He opened it and stopped, then he flicked through the pages using the palm oil lamp that was

"So what did you get from your bashful lover boy?" I opened the box and the both of us looked inside. It was a New King James Version Bible, a notebook, a box of pens, a box of chocolate, and a small box with a red bow. "Wow. That guy is really practical with his gifts. I mean, seriously, Shyne." "Not practical, Perry. He just knows me too well to know I prefer these." I took out the small box and unwrapped the bow. Inside was a beautiful necklace with a heart pendant. I opened the pendant that was half an inch big, and I saw a photo of a semicolon.

But at the front door, he said something, words leaving his tongue laboriously. "The Bible," he whimpered to me. Immediately, I ran back into his office, rummaging through the mess. It was in the most obvious place I didn't think to look in - on the last standing bookshelf, as the last standing book - the Hebrew Bible. And the irony was piercing - Abraham looked through every book that Ben owned except for the holy book itself. A book that would most like burn Abraham or his minion's hands if he were to touch it. Purposefully ignored, this sacred book had the parchments tucked throughout the pages of the 18th chapter of "2 Kings." My hands graced the leather cover, gliding over the "Holy Bib

I just swallowed and nodded weakly . Then saw something under his arm. He followed my gaze, his smile growing even bigger, if that were possible. He pulled out his own yellow hardcover copy of The King Wears Yellow, which for some odd reason, finally moved me to speak. “Where . . . where’s your Bible?” Something flickered in his eyes.

I unwrapped the package with the care of a priest handling a sacred text. The notebook. It wasn't much to look at. A simple, black leather-bound journal, its cover worn smooth from years of handling. But the moment my fingers touched the familiar texture, a dangerous calm settled over me. The panic was gone. The confusion was gone. All that remained was purpose, cold and absolute. This was my bible. My grimoire. My vengeance.

Many are so ancient that their titles have worn away, leaving only the texture of the leather to hint at the secrets within. The book I’m looking for is huge, silver, and has a variation of symbols inscribed on its spine. I’m reluctant to pull it from the shelf, as the bindings appear fragile. That, and there is a girl watching me from a nearby armchair. From what I understand, this is an expensive and, not to mention, a valuable book. I glance toward the front, considering asking a librarian for help, when— “So. The Book of the Divine?” I almost jump out of my skin, swirling around to find Elijah tugging the book off the shelf.

“Winked at me, the son of a bitch.” Richard looked down at what he’d been given. It was a Bible, the object the admiral had been holding in his lap—removed from its lectern not twenty-four hours prior when Lawrie had hugged himself and ran out of the church with it beneath his jacket. Leather-bound and tattered, really, really old. Rich lifted the worn cover and saw it was printed in a foreign language, glimpsed D. Martin Luthers on a crumbling inner page, 1670 below that. German. Over three hundred years worth of old. But why—

How could she have the guts to eat when Gideon was not eating? She gritted her teeth and put the food package on the container, putting it on the dashboard. Gideon saw what she did and his brow raised, "You are not eating anymore?" Jewel shook her head. "I'll eat later." Sighing, she looked around the dashboard. "Did you bring a Bible? I want to read." Gideon glanced at her for a moment. "In the glove compartment," he said and looked at the road ahead again. She opened the small hinged door on the dashboard and she saw a pocketbook size New Testament. Jewel looked at her husband for a moment before taking the small book and opening it up, reading from the book of Matthew.

he asked in a low voice. Only then did Kimberly realize she was holding a Latin version of the Bible. He had already taken the thick book from her without waiting for her to respond. He put the bothersome book aside. His cool voice became more profound, "In the Old Testament of the Bible, there is a poem that doesn't carry any religious colors. It's devoid of God or deities, speaking only of the girl he loves." "Do you want to hear it?" "Mhm." Kimberly felt his wandering hand; her cheeks flushed red, and she casually replied.

"I know some things that every father will enjoy," Lucas said confidently. "And it's all in here." He tapped the leather-bound Bible on his desk. "Really?" She piped. "I read the Bible all the time. What part is it?" He smiled as he thought quickly. "Well, my child, since I am a priest, I have a special Bible. The, uh, priest's edition, that's right. And it has some extra things in it." "Wow," Her pretty eyes were wide in wonder. "Can I see it?"