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My fingers hovered over his contact number as I hesitated to copy it. I thought to myself how silly it was. How totally ridiculous it was to feed more attention to what's happening. And yet... the thought of him still being drawn to me, the thought of me still having that kind of hold over him felt dangerously and deliciously intoxicating. Later that night, after pacing around for what felt like forever, I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled softly. Then I whispered to myself. "Fuck it, I'm calling him."

She has the language now. By November of the sixty-fifth year she has eighty-one entries and can see the shape. The fourth book is not structured the way the previous three were structured. It does not have parts and chapters and a formal argument that advances from claim to evidence to conclusion. It has entries — each one a day or a week of being inside the thing — and the entries have been organizing themselves, gradually, the way the second life organized itself: not by design but by accumulation, each one finding its place in relation to the previous ones until the whole has a shape that could not have been planned but is exactly right.

"What kind of book is that?" "It's something that was made long before any of you existed. The Libro Vitae was made by a very powerful demon who created it in the Underworld. He works with all the dark creatures and uses all of their magic to create it along with another powerful being. It is enchanted, with dark magic. It holds all that is written for the future. Prophecies of the future that have yet to come true, ones that are in the works, and all of the ones that have already happened. It can tell anyone what their life will become if they are wealthy, find love, how they die. This is a very dangerous book. If it fell into the wrong hands, they could destroy us all. But it also comes wi

“I have seen their records myself and, well let’s just say that we have kept better records over the years, not to mention that our records extend back several hundred years before those of the humans.” Peter stood from his seat, not at all appearing to feel his age as he moved swiftly around the sofa and took up a book from his desk before retaking his seat. The book was titled; All things mythical and appeared to be more of a tome than a book, it was huge. “This is a book given to our children when in school, it covers most of the basic facts of our world including details on many of our races. I am sure that even living amongst the humans you will have heard of a lot of the races in this

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

she whispered. Flipping over a third one, she shook her head. “What is up with these cards today?” she whispered. By the end of the reading, she tapped her finger against her lips. “Well, there were some good cards, but it also had some not-so-good cards,” she said. She grabbed her notebook and opened it to a blank page. Looking over the reading, she wrote down the cards and their meanings. Closing the notebook, she gathered up her cards and put them back in their box.

Choosing which to read was a pleasing difficulty. He shook the eight ball with one hand, smiling. “What’s it going to be?” he whispered, running his other hand along the spines of books on his tightly packed shelf. “Some ghost stories, today?” The white polyhedron, suspended in liquid turned murky with age, jiggled as it revealed: Future is Hazy. John chuckled as he returned his attention to the books before him. “Story of my life,” he whispered. “Story of my . . . ”

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

“I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.” I looked at the room. “It’s a book about a man,” I said. “Specifically, a particular man his hands, his voice, the strong black tea he drank every morning for thirty years, the way he cried at my school graduation and didn’t pretend he hadn’t. The way he cooked on Saturday afternoons and believed, without sentimentality, that paying full attention to the small things was the substance of a life.” I paused. “It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. W

He tells me to take a seat on the little blanket which was on the floor as he looked through the items, I do as I’m told and sit down whilst pulling the blanket which was already around me tighter, now I was away from the fire I was beginning to grow colder. “I have been awaiting your arrival for many months, that is why it was not a surprise when you and your friend appeared.” He tells me still looking for whatever it was he was looking for, before too long he turns around with a huge black book in his hands. “I believe this is what you have been looking for.” He smiles handing me over the book, as I take a look down I see the title The Dark Secrets Of The Realms, this is exactly what I hav