Novel & Cerita The Book Speaks

She swallowed. “She spoke in riddles, mostly. But she spoke about a Book.” Her throat worked. “A Book old enough to kill Alphas. A thing that moves with the moon. A thing that calls to the ones the darkness has touched.” She lifted her arm between us. The black veins were stark against her skin. “Touched. Like me.” I went still.

] The gorgeous girl glanced back at him as they stopped stepping, and replied, "Kingdom Saobar is known as the most complete collection of books kingdom since we have all the types of books," Zaykee nodded as he answered, "Ohh," "Then, what is the most famous book you have?" He added. "The Sacred Book of Truths," She answered as she stares at the road to he surroundings. "Ohh, what is that book?" Zaykee acted as if this is the first time he heard of it.

Axel asked him with a surprised tone as he adjusted his napkin and placed it on his legs. "Yes." Wesley replied as he adjusted his glasses. He sniffed and looked around the book. He nodded and said." It's a book that travels, it comes to those who desperately need answers and the book talks, has he given you a reply?" Wesley sounded like a kid who found a new toy to play with. "Yeah, but it was speaking in parables and gibberish." Axel rolled his eyes and he expected his food. Wesley walked over to the table and placed the book down.

The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -” “Spare me the details,” the book screamed loudly at her, “I know who you both are better than you both know yourself,” “Shhh, you're going to attract my mother's attention if you continue speaking with such volume. And how did you know us?” “Don't you dare lay as much as a finger on me,” with a scared tone, the book told Gerey who'd wanted to lift it unto his lap, “Unless - you want to burn me.”

To trust yourself when all doubt. To lead from a danger only you can see clearly. To explain, enable the blind to see. To give people the power to hear the extraordinary in the ordinary, the everyday and normal encryption of the spoken word. To show them the messages and conversations that happen all around us to different levels of the brain. That's quite the challenge. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading….. Saad p.o.v

author's yap: I am sorry I have been a bit inconsistent, I'm dealing with a lot and barely have time to write even though I'm technically not writing but speaking. but, thank you all for giving this book a chance.

Her voice trailed off, but the implication hung heavy in the air. Margaret’s gaze sharpened as she took the book. She ran her fingers over the cover, her lips pressing into a thin line. “This is no ordinary book,” she said quietly, her words laced with certainty. --- Explaining the Truth “What do you mean, not ordinary?” Ryan’s father, Michael, asked, his skepticism evident. Margaret looked up, her gaze piercing. “This book is a gateway, a connection to another realm—a spiritual realm. It doesn’t just tell a story; it pulls you into it. Your children aren’t just unconscious; their souls are trapped, fighting in a place between life and death.”

Tris asked, trying to sound neutral. The man leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The book of Erebus. It's an ancient text, said to hold the secrets of the universe." Anne and Tris exchanged a stunned glance. They had never heard of such a book, and they certainly didn't have it in their collection. "I'm afraid we don't have that book," Tris said, trying to sound firm but polite. "And even if we did, I'm not sure we could just hand it over to you. There are procedures and protocols to follow."

A book was different. A book was permanent in a way that speeches were not. A book existed in the world independently of whether I was in a good place when it was read, independently of the specific room and the specific audience and the specific night. A book could be read by my children when they were old enough to read it. A book could be read by people who hated me, people who had opinions about what I should have done differently, people who had never experienced anything adjacent to what I was describing and would bring that absence to the reading. A book required a different kind of exposure than standing at a podium.

Finally I spoke, "Where exactly are we mom? I thought the book was to tell me everything." "Well dear, the book actually brought you here so I could speak with you. Sure it tells you everything but I needed to tell you all of this in person, well as in person as we could get. In a sense you're in your self conscious. A piece of your mind that you find peace in." "I was awake though when I opened the book. Shouldn't I have been asleep?" "On that part the page summoned you here. In a way you're asleep but I have faith that Slate is waiting beside you for your return."