Novel & Cerita Quote Page Finder In Books

said Kiara and slowly started to walk through the black marble bookshelves decorated with white gold . While walking between the bookshelves , she noticed that there were some books on the seventh row of the fourth bookshelf that had the word ' magic ' and ' vampire ' on their cover . ' Those books............maybe , these must be the books I have been searching for........Finally ! ' thought Kiara with a happy expression . Although she had found what books , she was too short to get them . Kiara took the stairs that were on her left and placed them near the row of books that she wanted to take .

Not to prosecute them but to aid their ability and enhance their magic, I made a few notes in my note book to remember them and to try them out one day. Eventually I get to the page that was highlighted by the Goddess, still confused why she pointed it out, I noticed that the page was thicker than the rest. I turned the torch on my phone and investigated the page, nothing looked different but then I turned the book to look at the bottom of the page and noticed there was a small gap. Almost like there were two pages stuck together, I try to pull them apart with my fingers but I was worried about ripping the page and having to pay to replace the book in the library.

Why rip out only one page? I read the numbers in the corners of the pages on either side, noting that they took page sixty-three. So I turn to the contents page at the start of the book. I skim down the list, until I find it. Song of The Sea Maiden ……………………… p63 The sea maiden. The beach. The dreams. The answers are right in front of me. I just can’t see them yet.

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

I smile as the huge library stands before me, how am I supposed to find the books that I’m looking for? “Taking the first step in any situation is hard ma’am, you should be very proud of yourself.” Colby smiles as he stops beside me and also looks out into the sea of books. “So what books are you hoping to find?” He asks with a smile, but I didn’t fully know how I was suppose to answer his question.

At the far end of the room is a stone pedestal. “Look,” Quinn whispers as she approaches the stand. On it is an ancient book bound in leather and adorned by runes. “Could this be what we’ve been searching for?” she asks, her blue eyes are full of hope. “There’s only one way to find out,” I reply, stepping forward to examine the book more closely. As I reach out to take it, I’m hit with a wave of nausea and my skin feels like it’s on fire. “Something’s not right,” I state to Quinn as she tries to take the book from the stand.

Leaning forward, I jerked the book open, "Maybe we can find answers in here." Opening the first page, I scurried my finger down the contents. After a moment of scanning, Lucas pointed at the page, "Look..." Following his finger, my eyes rested on the chapter named 'Healers and Mind-links.' Lucas jumped on the couch, wrapped his arm around my back, and squeezed me into a tight hug, "We found it! We found it!" I choked under his arm and jerked him away, "Why are you being so happy? It's not like we found Delilah. It's just a little clue."

No kitchen sounds yet. I went to the kitchen to make tea. There was a book on the counter. Not one of his. His books lived on the shelves in the sitting room. This one was sitting alone beside the kettle with a small folded paper on top of it. I picked up the paper. Three words in his handwriting. Chapter four. Page 89. I opened the book. Chapter four. Page 89. A section on qualitative measurement frameworks in behavioural research. Dense and specific and exactly relevant to the question my supervisor had been pressing me about for two weeks.

My footsteps echo, lamps lighting and going out as I pass through the aisles. Shelf number 89. And on its 11th row must be that memoir. How I’m going to reach the 11th row is another question entirely. I can barely reach upto the eighth one. I look around for any kind of ladder of stepping stone but come up short. I blow out an irritated breath. Forgive me, knowledge. I step on the fourth row books, and grab the wood above to reach the eleventh row and start reading the names on the spines of books there. After several tomes about travels across this world, I find the one I’m looking for.

The title page and table of contents looks normal, but I keep flipping pages to get to chapter one. Two more pages and I’m staring at the first chapter, titled “Finding a Companion.” I almost missed the title completely because my eyes were drawn to the center of the page where there was a rectangular shaped wooden box. All the pages had been cut through the center to fit this box inside, and there was something carved into the box. It was an image of the compass rose and the words “You’re My True North.” I glance back up to the first sentence of the chapter and it reads, “When preparing for an adventure, the first, and possibly most important, decision is who you will choose as your comp