The Book Of Dust Novels & Stories

“The dough has risen. The world’s ready to be eaten.” He waved his hand. The floor beneath them spun into a huge, shining blade. “Jump!” June shouted. They leaped. Landed hard on a black marble shelf floating above the gold. The Auditor clapped. The air thickened—turned into heavy, golden syrup. Hard to move. Hard to think. “Dante, the book!” June yelled. Dante hurled the living book at the Auditor’s feet. The book hit the floor and grew, fast, into a huge tree made of dark soil. Branches shot up, smashing through the oven’s golden ceiling. The syrup-thick air faded, turning back into nothing.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

My nerves pick up a cold sensation running through my body over the heat when a new person-Dustin-wraps a wet blanket around me. I’m literally burning in hell, a hell a signed up for. You never know the shit you get yourself into until at the climax of it all. Through my silent screams, I realise how at this very point there’s no going back. I played with the dust, now my lungs are as fragile as a raw egg. “Ria! Ria, stay with me,” Devlin’s voice becomes more lucid. “You need to go back and stop him, brother,” says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice.

"Take a look." The book was covered in heavy, embossed leather and in the center, in script, was the letter K. What the hell was this? A scrapbook? What kind of scrapbook could Dusty have been keeping? He continued eating in silence, preparing himself for whatever he was going to see, while Marliss and Lou gave him what he called the deadeye stare. Finally, he pushed his plate away, wiped his mouth, and opened the book.

We came from the heavens in the form of dust. That is what made us the humans we are today. The knowing where we come from only is known to a select few. The ones who dream of the stars and planets so far away. The ones who know we will always be Star Dust in the end. Katherine Thomas Chapter 1

My wolf paces restlessly, urging me to hurry. Dust thickens on the shelves the deeper I go. One book catches my attention—a faded green volume on the Moon Goddess—but a quick skim reveals it’s about rituals and sacrifices, not bonds. I shove it back onto the shelf, the motion stirring a cloud of dust that stings my eyes.

I looked around, getting a bit discouraged by the size, but Suzie's frail and pale body came to mind. I couldn't give up now. I slipped my hands in my pocket, as I began to walk down the aisle, my eyes flickering through each book. I stopped in front of a particular shelf, and took out a book with a beige coloured cover. The name was engraved at the front of the book in gold, but because of how dusty it looked, I could not make out the words. I opened up the book, and a wave of dust hit my face in an instant. I coughed, waving my hands away to clear the dust that now clouded my vision.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

“Have you found anything?” “No.” Trisha replied. “Just this book that appears to be big and old,” Dalett said. “Did you just say old?” Jade inquired. Dalett nodded, and Jade rushed over to her. “Give me that book.” Dalett bent down, lifted the book, and set it on the table. The dust was so thick that the girls started coughing. Jade covered her nose with one arm and dusted the book with the other. “Let’s see what we can come up with inside there.” Jade flipped open the cover, which was rather heavy. She was surprised when she could not find anything. As she began flipping through the papers one by one, her gaze met the rest of them.