The Alchemist Book Reviews Novels & Stories

He ended up taking one whose cover had caught his attention, purple velvet, which seemed to be Ruvyn's favourite colour. He laid down on the bed again and opened the book, it was about the most famous wizards who lived, those who made history. Like Nostradamus who used to make predictions or Rasputin who was a famous healing wizard, who used his sorcery to treat the Tsar and his wife, many times, without forgetting Nicolas Flamel who was the alchemist to succeed, in creating the philosophers stone, and the elixir of life in the 17th century. All those strange people he read about in his fantasy books like Harry Potter existed also in their world and they were somehow related to his new frien

Brielle shook her head slowly. "I know what you're thinking, Andrew. You're a truly dangerous person. The Divine Alchemists are recognized as the foremost alchemy sect in the world; they have the skills, resources, and influence to command respect from alchemists everywhere.

The pages are slightly yellowed, but I don't mind. There are words and pentagram sketches on almost every page. Medical notes. Herbs and their meanings and uses. Different ailments and their treatments… And near the middle of the book, I come across symbols of sorcery that I don’t fully understand. There are also spells and detailed notes on how the spells can be practiced alongside scientific experiments. Alchemy. That's it! The bridge between both worlds. This is gold. My heart aches with both happiness and sadness as I close the book and clutch it close to my chest. My mum wasn’t just a doctor. She was more.

He dragged his chair a few feet away from me then sat down. I stared at him in confusion. “What is that?” “This?” He echoed, holding the bag up. “Very important material…” My frown deepened. What exactly was this all about? He pulled something out of the bag. A book rather. My eyes widened as soon as they landed on the covers. “Volume one,” he said, placing the book on his lap. “Volume two.” I could practically feel angels crowning me with shame. “Volume three.” Alchemy of shame.

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.

Noticing what she was looking, her dad smiled. "That is the symbol for alchemy in magick. This book is called Bnane's Book of Potions." Her dad said as he kept patting it as if the book was a little child or a favorite pet. "And only people with magick can open this book. All the special books can only be opened by the magick in our blood. Other normal books, about magick, about wiccan culture and symbols, now anyone can open it."

"What are you reading?" "The Alchemists." he plainly answered. "Sounds like a good and interesting book." "Well, it is." he said without even looking at me. "Are you mad at me?" I asked him. He didn't immediately answer, but then after a few seconds, he put the book down and looked at me. "I just can't help it." "You can't help what?" "Getting jealous." "H-Huh?" "That man. I mean, Klein. You seem very close with each other. You even know his parents really well."

In fact, at the end of the ‘Medical Techniques’ chapter, he saw a content about alchemy and the effect of some medications, which was beyond the imagination of today’s world. Intrigued, Charlie sat on the floor and constantly flipped the book. As he read on, he realized that the book had covered various kinds of topics, including fortune-telling and mysterious methods such as treasure inspection and restoration. There were many other weird things written in the book. Charlie looked at it for a long time, scrutinizing each word in the book. He felt that the words were finding their ways into his brain and sticking themselves in it. His heart was thumping quickly as if it was hit by a massive

It was a thing of beauty. We were now resting in the luxury hotel when I saw my husband reading a book. It was a rare sight. He always worked a lot. I hardly saw him reading a newspaper. The book was a little old. I saw the title which was a little faded. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I had lots of books at home and these days without my job I'm catching up with my reading. I read Normal People by Sally Ronnie. It was a little dark but I loved it anyways. It had a lot of similarities with my life as well except that my husband is a lot better than Connel.

“Or when we bring ‘em here alive until they’re dead.” “Ok, folks. I asked her a question and I am still waiting for an answer,” said Nesryn as her intense look bore into me. I contemplated my answer. “Alchemy,” I said. “In my realm… in ancient times… there had been many alchemists who laid the foundation for modern chemistry and medical science. I read about it in one such book called ‘Alchemy of light’,” I said, maintaining eye-contact with her. “Hmm? Isn’t alchemy ours?” Cedric asked with a confused pout.