The Chronicles Of Narnia Novels & Stories

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Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it. "You need to rest your legs." Anna nodded and Kai stood upright. He walked to the old shelf and took out the book. He dusted the front and read the title out loud, "The tormented." "Huh?" "That's the title of the book." Kai put the book back and went to the bed. The bedsheet was very dirty. This still doesn't feel real to Kai. Does anyone else know that this place exists in the palace? No, he doubts it. He looked up and he saw an old clock. It was still ticking and he could tell it was telling the correct time.

The lady swayed the floating book in front of her and stared directly at him, "Once again, you did not make an effort to be back at the palace on time. You were involved in a death case, and even though you were proven innocent, you are now under the Academia's radar which is undesirable for both of us in every possible ways. When all's said and done, this is the sanction you and I have agreed to execute should you commit any type of misconduct, am I being understood?" "Y-Yes,” he surrendered. "Here it is . . read this page now — without putting those books down, if you’d be so kind.” Her newly opened book turned into Tristan’s sweaty and fatigued face. “This is a compilation of unsolved mys

He looked at me first before pouring water and drinking. "Yeah, I'm going for a run today." Taiden replied to mother Helen. I never looked at him again. I don't want to meet our eyes again. When he suddenly spoke. "Nana, tell Jojo that I will take Zella to school." I looked up with an egg in my mouth. Mother Helen smiled. What kind of trip does this monkey have now? I just noticed that he’s wearing appropriate clothes who would take a run. Going for a run, huh? I smiled and drank some water.

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.

Jenna sighed, “Somewhere way in the future. The day I was sent back, the two children I nanny for, we went to this very castle, but it was a museum. They were having their 500th anniversary. I saw a picture of you by the clock.” Angela nodded, “so, 500 years from now, and what’s a museum.” Jenna smiled as she remembered Clay had asked the same question. “a museum is a place that holds things that once were they show heritage.” Angela smiled, “So, the kingdom is no longer ruling in your timeline?” Jenna shook her head and Angela sighed, “and tell me, Jenna, are there creatures in your timeline?”

A few characters stood out the most, "J.R.R. Tolkien, is that a name? Why does it sound so familiar? I know I have heard that name before. Tolkien… Tolkien… Tolkien... Ahh! Of course, how could I forget? We spent half a semester examining English writer and poet John Ronald Reuel Tolkien's work. One of them is, The Walking Song from The Lord of the Rings." Still, round the corner, there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I often have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon and East of the Sun. by J.R.R. Tolkien The Walking Song was a melody about the roads that go on until they finally return to what they have always k

I want you…I bit my lip, the taste of sin and lust driving me insane. The isolation gnawed at me, so I slipped away to the balcony for fresh air. The night sky stretched above me, jeweled with stars but no moon. The breeze kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the peace until it shattered at the touch of a rough hand on my bare back. “What the hell!” I spun, panic flaring, only to see a pot-bellied man with a greasy smile. Recognition hit me like bile. Caleb. Beatrice’s nerdy brother from high school, now aged and foul.

He's just waiting to claim his prize. ​"Your great-grandfather," Seraphina said, her voice chillingly calm. "Malphas. He used Eris. He drained her, then he killed her. To power his armies." ​Kael looked like he had been struck. He glanced at Arion, then back at Seraphina. "That's... that's a lie. The legends say Eris betrayed him. That she broke the world!" ​"Legends are written by the victors, Prince," Seraphina spat, the bitterness making her voice crack. "And your family always wins, don't they? They always take what they want."

* * * * * "... while he was still chewing away, the first dwarf came back and announced that the sledge was ready. The White Witch rose and went out, ordering Edmund to go with her. The snow was again falling as they came into the courtyard, but she took no notice of that and made Edmund sit beside her on the sledge ..." Lucas had been sitting in his chair for over an hour while Bobby read to his grandmother from his favorite childhood books. It was a ritual by now. Every day, for half a day, they would sit by her side, and Bobby would read her the stories she had once read to him. This was a special one. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The