Novel & Cerita Rift Book

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

It didn't help that he had a shy demeanor, he knew he'd outgrow it. It was raining hard by the time the trio got back home. Everything was drab and wet, the rain had surprised them on their way to the park and had decided to stay, ruining the rest of the day for them.

The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and the awkward silence that followed was thick enough to cut through. I scratched the back of my neck, trying to play it off. "The book... it would be a nice way to know more." Frank finally relented, letting out a deep sigh as he handed me one of the thicker volumes, its leather cover cracked with age. "Here. I got another book that was better than the first. Way better." He hesitated, eyes softening just a bit. "Be careful, Elliot. I'm sorry about what happened in the woods, though."

Time for "old faithful." I pulled out some scriptures Ruthie, my best friend, gave me. I had a bookmark in Genesis Four. That's where I'd stopped the last time I needed help falling asleep. Yes, I was a scripture-reading teenager. However, my motivation wasn't to get all spiritual - it was to get so bored, I would fall asleep. It was a tip from Ruthie - whose parents were super righteous. Ruthie called the scriptures her insomnia cure - a biblical miracle! Ha! Fortunately, it worked for me, too. I cracked the book open to Genesis Four.

Cold. I pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle a cough from the thick air. Carefully stepping back, my heel hit something. A shelf. A loud thud hit the floor behind me. “Damn it…” I muttered under my breath, fumbling to pull out my phone. I turned on the flashlight and aimed it toward the object. It was a book. Old. Worn. A diary. I bent down and picked it up. The name on the first page stopped my breath cold.

I wanted to let everyone that doesn't follow me on social media know about an announcement for The Princes of Ravenwood. This book is now available in paperback on A****n! You can find it by searching The Princes of Ravenwood by Bryant. The paperback and kindle versions do not include the bonus scenes here and on my website. If you follow me on social media in the next month or so will do a giveaway of signed copies. You can find me on social media @ Author Bryant. Not just for giveaways but news about upcoming books in this and my werewolf series.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"