The Crossing Places Book Novels & Stories

... The bookstore manager seized Thomas Morrow's arm, his voice low but firm. "Sir, please keep it down. You're disturbing the other readers." Thomas's eyebrows twisted into knots of rage. He jerked his arm free with a violent shake, growling, "Didn't you hear me? I'm your boss's boyfriend, and you want me to whisper? I can get you fired in a minute!" He smoothed the wrinkles from his silk cuffs, then cast a disdainful glance at my simply short-sleeved shirt. "That kid and his father are clearly contagious. Clear the store and sanitize every surface."

Pain drained the color from my face, and my whole body trembled. Seraphina kicked me in the face, so furious she looked as if she wanted to tear me to pieces. “Let me tell you this,” she shouted. “Forget toad eggs—even if Alaric told you and your parents to kneel and lick his shoes, you’d have to do it!” The slimy sensation of the toad eggs still clung to my mouth, making waves of nausea roll through me. My parents, Edward and Eleanor Blackwood, looked even worse, their faces deathly pale as they clutched the table and retched uncontrollably.

The first pages of the book were typically a story of my mother's childhood, teenage life and all that, nothing worth reading. But as I went further, my eyes caught a text written in bold letters. “The one to mend the bridge between two worlds.” “What does that even mean?” I scoffed, reading further. After about ten minutes of glancing through each page aimlessly, I was fed up. “This is trash,” I muttered, closing the book. “Waste of my precious time,” I added, my face twisted in a frown. But just before I dropped the book, a little paper fell from it, landing on my thighs.

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

"I have never read about it in any place." Madam Pince said. Susan looked around the various bookshelves, and sighed at the vision of so many empty spaces in them. *sigh* "I am not impressed that you didn't know about it. I didn't see the Book of Records in your table or in its normal place. In it you would find the instructions about this function." "The Book of Records?" Madam Pince asked. "Yes. The record book is a book that automatically records all the borrowed books with the student's name and date. Lucky us that it too has a Hogwarts' Library Stamp on it."

“This is where I- we come almost every lunch time.” Instead of asking the obvious question, he said, “I’m going to sit with you then.” She opened her mouth to launch her objection and Keion raised his hands quickly, “Just for today.” Ceanna pressed her lips together and shrugged again. Taking that as a win, Keion took out his notebook and opened the book he was going to check out. She looked curiously at him. “What are you reading?” “A book by your dad, actually.” “My dad?” “Yeah, it’s about his time in Africa.”

I told him handing the note. He nodded his head and left. I sat down at the table reading the book very carefully. I made a list of places that were hidden from view. There were seven such places in El Rosa and about four more in El Nina. I did some research and made a detailed chart of each of the places. Then I read the book again registering each word into my memory. When you are about to deal with creatures stronger than you, no amount of preparation can be enough. It was midnight by the time I was done.