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Tuazon told her when she noticed she was doing nothing. She stood up and walked over to the card catalogs. When she found what she was looking for, she went to the shelves and grabbed the books. Those were trivia and quiz books with answer sheets on the last pages. She got five of them and handed it to Hero. "If you want to join that badly, read these types of books." He was stunned momentarily before giving off a wide smile. "Awesome! Where did you find these?" "Sssshhhh !!!" Almost everyone looked in their direction and glared at Hero.

“Well then, where should I read next?” Stopping at the very first few pages of the book and the novel. The quotes that mark the eeriness and the warning it brings, prequel his interest as each line points towards the prominent ones he knew very well or does he? Perhaps he just did and might as well read it along with the few chapters of the book he is holding, as the first one reads like this,

“Oреn uр your Kіndlе аnd tell mе уоur bеѕt bооkmаrkеd ԛuоtеѕ, I’m gоіng tо wrіtе thеm all оvеr so when you lооk down аll you’ll ѕее аrе the ѕwееt wоrdѕ that mаkе you swoon.” I аlmоѕt ѕwооnеd at hіѕ sweet wоrdѕ. “Hоw dо you knоw аbоut mу bооkmаrkеd pages?” I аѕkеd ѕlіghtlу іntrіguеd. Mеn nеvеr knеw about thеѕе kіnd оf things.

I had lost interest the moment I opened the first page, so how I was already on page fifty three was a mystery to me, because I couldn’t recall any of the words I had read. My assistant - who was coincidentally Isabella - knocked on my desk, spurring me out from my train of thought. “There’s someone here, looking for Hemingway.” “Check the H section in fiction. It should be there.” “And the author?” I held back the urge to roll my eyes. “Hemingway is the author. Ernest Hemingway.” “Oh.”

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

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.

The book's title is 'Herbals of the Northern Ridge', and as I stare at the front cover, I wonder if it would have what I'm looking for. Opening the book, I begin flipping the pages but after a while of searching and not finding anything, I suddenly remember that it would be easier if I would go through the index page. So I close the pages I'd opened and go to look at the index page, runningy gaze over the words showing the chapter titles and content line by line. Then finally my eyes land on a chapter title which reads 'COUNTER POISEN'. Balancing the book in my left arm, I use my right index finger to trace the page of the title, seeing that it's at Page 284.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

How will she ever find the spell she needs in this abundance of books? “Similarly to how I can read your minds, these books can read mine. The book I seek shall come to me.” She closes her eyes, seemingly deep in thought. A book slowly rises, floating towards us. It gently falls into her hands, before opening itself and flipping to a specific page. Wow. ”Alright, this looks fairly simple.” She closes the book and turns to us. “Converterent Alica, averta pars amantes” ... ”Did it work?” Nope.

When I went to the library I searched for the book I needed so I could find out all the information I needed. I have reached the end of the search. Eventually I found what I needed. I was about to take it when suddenly I saw something shining at the very end. I went right away. As I approached I closed my eyes to too much light. But that did not stop me from getting the thing that was shining. Gradually the light gradually faded until the light completely disappeared and I saw that it was a book. It was a brown book. It just looks like an ordinary book. It's just that it has a strange symbol in the middle of it. I don't know but someone tells me here all the information I need.