The Book Of Lost Names Review の小説・ストーリー

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

Jacob asked, having seen how Dedari had been scrolling through the pages, disappointment evident on his face. "Yes, I think so. There are some names on the last page of the book." Dedari said slowly, causing the rest to walk toward him together, obviously interested in whatever had gotten the cold Dedari a bit speechless. A peep in into the book revealed four names written in blood, dried stale blood. Zen Caitlin Zande Jacob Olivera. Main targets, breeding folks; strong mergers. Amia was the first to gasp out loud. "Zande…that is your name…Jacob too…" she stuttered, pointing at the book, as her gaze shifted between Jacob and Zande.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

This is it, his victory, all of his preparation, his planning, it all leads to this, him acquiring the book. In the past it was called by a lot of different names, it was passed down from a lot of people, families, and even leaders of countries. All of which succumbed to its evil, its malice. The book is an entity by itself, corrupting each and everyone who possesses it. It has already traveled to different nations and countries. It was called by different names; Księga umarłych, Totenbuch, Cartea morților, or its most famous name the book of the dead. The keepers called it “Necromantia”. He turned his head looked down below, the town of Crowsdale looms down in the valley. Lights from hundre

The atmosphere of the island was serene and warm, despite the nearness of the sea and the lightness of swimwear. — At the center of the square There stood a massive book, bound in dark brown leather. Its pages were thick, as if made to bear the heaviest of emotions. It lay open to a blank page. This was the Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance. It was said that every name written within it could never be erased, never forgotten, but would be immortalized with the island itself. Naomi approached slowly, her eyes gleaming with pure wonder, curiosity mingled with an inexplicable sense of awe. Adel followed her, stood beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

Damon, rubbing his cheek, smiled, "You don't have to hit me, you know. Do you think you can handle it here?" "I guess it worked, you seemed like you needed it." Ava assured him, "Yes, with this book." Her gaze lowered to the book in her hands, and she explained, "It's a 'Book of Names." Damon asked. "How did you find it? I thought I kept it in my pocket." Ava realized, "It's yours?" He nodded, and he smiled, "That means you can open it, right? Because I've been trying to get this thing to open but it wouldn't." She asked eagerly

I felt every word hit her as clearly as if I were reading over her own shoulder. Which, given that I was reading the second book simultaneously, made the room feel very loud in a way that had nothing to do with sound. The previous bonded pair had been named Soren and Mira. That was the first thing I learned that I had not known before. The Council's erasure had been thorough, no pack songs, no elder stories, no grave markers. But whoever had preserved these books had been careful to leave the names intact, as if they understood that removing them entirely would be the cruellest cut of all.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

Eli was busy with a lot of work in his study right now, giving her the opportunity to sneak off to her room and pull out the Black book. Her hands trembled as she grabbed it out of where she had carefully tucked it away. With a deep breath, she opened it and started skimming through it. A could of pages in and she knew this was a book she would not be returning. There was just so much information, she would need the whole book with her and a few jottings will never be able to do justice. There were the 199 names of the past brides, the village they were from, the night they were chosen, and the night of their suspected disappearance.