The Book Of Dust Novels & Stories

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

He smiled at me, but his eyes were icy. "You're just as cheap as your mother. "But then again, what good could come from someone with no morals?" He shoved me away, smashing the crystal ornament from the side table against me. Glass shards scattered across the hardwood floor. I stumbled weakly, crashing hard into the mahogany coffee table behind me. He stepped on my fingers, looking at me with disgust. "Don't think having a child means redemption, that you can leave me. "Naomi, no one will ever love you in this life."

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

Sienna’s boots crunched on dry pine needles, the shack a fading speck behind them as she and Roman cut deeper into the woods. The truck’s bloody mess was miles back, that scream still ringing in her skull, but the air here was still—too still—thick with the tang of sap and something sharper, like metal or smoke. Her fingers flexed around the vial in her pocket, its cold glass a tether to whatever hell Dorian had left her, and Roman walked ahead, his stride long and sure, gun tucked close, his silence loud enough to grate on her nerves.

Darius picked up the parcel without any ounce of fear and tore it open. The first item he brought out was a small glass container containing water. Then he brought out a book, which I recognised. "The book of illusions," I muttered. Then the third item he brought out was also a small, glass container, containing sand in it. "This contains water, more precisely, rain water. As above, so below." He explained, "This book, the book of illusions which has the ability to suck anyone who opens it inside. Don't judge a book by its cover."

Prince Victor smirked before he listed the book up to his head and dropped it on the table for good measure. Dust erupted from the book, stalking towards me. Before I could even think, all the dust got in to my eyes and embedded itself on top of the cloth covering half of my face. Soon enough, I was unable to breath...

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

Alex opened the book Damian had given him in his library. It looked very old and dusty. Alex felt something strange about the book, as if it was calling him to read it. On the first page of the book was written in big letters: "Traces of what once was... Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction".

Nate nodded and her smile widened, reaching her eyes. “It’s beautiful!” She squealed. Sometimes reality is far better than expectations. Her fingers brushed over the shelves and picked up dust, “Why does this whole place look like it hasn’t been cleaned for a decade?” “Because it hasn’t,” Nate replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Eira gently pulled out a book from the shelf and patted away the dust settled over it. The cover seemed like it was made out of leather and the pages were dried barks of trees. There were several symbols written over it which she couldn’t comprehend.

I turned to him irritably. "Treat that, and go back to Jiusel." He did not speak so I turned around. I never heard him uttering words. I left him there, and just went to the library. I turned to the old man, and greeted him. I never forgot how Aleo Sentina the librarian changed a lot. It's really like that when you get older. I headed to where the chemistry book I was looking for was located. It was a one subject that I have difficulties. I don't really know what to do just in case.