Tam Lin Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tamara answers. The healer leaves them to discuss, giving Astrid the book so she could read it until Loras returns. It's very small and there is nothing much more than the healer told them. A trick or two about how to deal with a victim. Tamara left after agreeing that Astrid should be the one convincing Loras as the soldiers at the door announced to her that the meeting may last until late in the night. So imagine her surprise when she sees a shadow over her shoulder as she reads the damn book.

He grabbed his phone, typing a quick text before dropping the phone on the bed. "What’s that book about?" I asked. "She left it to me. It's about a curse on the Deimos line and the prophecy of light and darkness." He said. That piqued my interest, but before I could even ask if I could have a look, his phone started ringing - An incoming video call from Rayhan. "Let’s hope she has answers." Liam muttered.

I feel Trevor’s eyes on me, reveling in this moment, feeding off my pain, gloating. I can hear it in his voice as he says, “Good, good.” And then, because he’s a sadistic bastard who won’t stop until I have nothing left, he asks, “And what are you going to say when Liam asks you about this?” For the first time, Tamrin hesitates. Just for a second. But then she sighs and shrugs, like this is nothing. Like I am nothing. "Nothing. I'll scream murder if he comes to me."

I warned him. Ok, let's talk about the outfit.... It's a pink t-shirt with baby panda drawn all over it. "It's a bit too girly, don't you think?" I shake my head. "No, I don't see anything girly about it.... It, in fact, brought out the uniqueness in you, it makes you even more handsome!" I wink at him. What I just said doesn't make any sense, but simply because I want him to wear it I'm ready to say anything.

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

“I’m surprised you know about Gambino.” “Not really, but you looked like you just came straight out of a mafia romance fiction book. You must be the writer’s muse.” Terzo laughed. “Really? There’s such a thing as that.” “Don’t get fooled. He knows about it. His wife is a reader,” Linden said, snorting. “Well, I’m recommending a book to your wife. Tell her to read Midnight by T.S. Prince.” “Wait. You know that book, too?” Linden turned to Olive.

he hums. Alcina nearly drops her book in shock. “These- am I reading Lord Brendan's books-?” Lincoln's smile widens. “Yes, but with permission, I’d reckon, given that he’s the one who put the books in your room in the first place.” Alcina does drop the book in shock this time. She scrambles, flustered, to pick it back up, her mind racing in several directions with no answers. “I- I didn’t know, I didn’t- why would he…”

He had been hovering near TangShi all day and eavesdropping on any conversations she had looking for a way in. “I’m a black belt in Taekwondo, I don’t think you really want to try me.” Linlin remarked haughtily, not liking this guy anymore since that night in the bar and no longer trusting him as far as TangShi was concerned. She got creep vibes the longer she knew him, and she had witnessed his eternal following around the gallery all day.

It flowed toward us in advancing fronts, swallowing scattered manuscripts, lapping at the bases of stones, climbing, ready to reclaim everything we’d just wrestled away “Move!” Tamsin shouted, grabbing the nameless boy’s arm and yanking him away from a line of ink that had just split the ground at his feet. Corvin’s grip tightened around the lockbook. The thing pulsed once in his hands, casting a hard, white‑black light across his face. For a moment, I could see the strain etched there—jaw clenched, eyes too bright, blood dripping from his split knuckles onto the cover. Then he turned.

The fire she had unleashed was now sustaining itself. Her jaw tightened. "It is not sufficient to incinerate what threatens us," she snarled. "We need to bleed them. We need to destroy what hope exists. She turned, eyes fixed on her altar — scattered with scrolls, talismans, and shadowy treasures. She knocked them aside with a snarl, to reveal the thing she had held shut until this point: an arcane book covered in dragonhide, bound with veins of shadowsteel.