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They all felt like a shelter from the world, like a place for prayer and silent contemplation. The vampire finally stopped and faced them. She stared back at Caitlin with her large, compassionate eyes, and looked otherworldly. "We are at the turn-of-the-century," she said. Caitlin thought for a moment. "What century?" she asked. "The sixteenth, of course. It is 1599.” 1599, Caitlin thought. The idea was overwhelming. Once again, she wished she’d read her history more closely. Previously, she had gone from 1791 to 1789. But now she was in 1599. Nearly a 200 year leap.

"So cold in here." While worried about being stuck here forever, I spot a pedicel in the center. I walk towards it, and up close, there is a book. Leather and looks worn out. This book is the size of a medical textbook. I know because my mom bought me a textbook about being a nurse for my eighth birthday. She wanted me to be a nurse. Instead of studying, I use the book as a stool or a cushion when I'm too short for high tables. I even used some pages to make a paper machete; my mom was so angry that instead of grounding me, I had to attend her book club meetings and listen to horny women and their book about a man named Pablo. Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmar

She finishes the fourth book in March. Not March of the sixty-sixth year — March of the sixty-seventh. Two years and one month from the first entry. One hundred and four entries, shaped into four movements, the final movement written in the last six weeks, with the quality of something that has been building for a very long time and is now simply arriving. The book is called The First Life: What the Practice Earned and What the Practice Cost.

They couldn’t hear me. “Let’s go, Freya. They can’t help you now.” To be continued… See you in the next book Loved By A Luna

Know that trouble is ahead. I stared at the few words written in the article there, and I closed the book. I stared down at the title of the book. The Sixteen Guardian Wolves - Alexander Thorne Reya, Is this true? I asked my wolf. There was quiet for a few moments before I felt her stir.

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

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Every glowing red book on Serith’s bookshelf represented the Serithian wars that had been fought over all these centuries. Blank pages and words that wrote our accursed fates to lift a curse ages old. Sixty wars were written by sixty different Messiahs and Saints, but the rest six were for us to write. Every pale book between the red books were the records of a time period that existed between two Serithian wars. My sixth war ended today, the sixty-sixth book should end today. I walked beside Zephyr, who was peering at the sixty-sixth book. It was opened at its last blank page, but words weren’t appearing on it.

There was nothing I could do as I sat there seeing the anguish I had caused on these children. "Before I finish this, I have another inquiry to pose to you. How is it that you could guess my assaults as a whole? Did you utilize some kind of solution that empowered you to peruse my considerations?" He asked. Norval was dumbfounded, his hand jerking a little as he gazed vacantly. "Indeed, since I can't utilize it any longer, I should tell you," he eventually closed." You see, I've perused the full text of the Yulcites' Blessed Book, which all of you utilize as a grimoire. I'm mindful that the book is separated into six sections, every one of which depends on normal parts. The main part manages

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