The Divine Comedy Barnes And Noble Novels & Stories

Then I grabbed the signal flare Rory had given me and headed to the study on the second floor. I looked at the enormous study, not knowing where to start. I checked the desk drawers, but there was nothing. I stared at the wall of books, growing anxious. Suddenly a loud clang made my heart jump to my throat. "Meow." It was just a stray cat outside the window. I walked toward the bookshelf. Most of the books here were covered in dust, but several copies of Dante's Divine Comedy were spotless. I walked over and pulled them out. Behind them was indeed a small safe.

He completely exploded with rage once we got off the plane and arrived at the hotel. "Are you telling me that this is the hotel you had booked? What kind of a lousy hotel is this? There isn't even a valet attendant in sight!" "The hotel does have several valet attendants. They're just parking other guests' cars right now." "Damn! This crappy room doesn't even pass off as a sea-view room! Let's check out and book another hotel!" "It's the peak tourist season now, so we're considered lucky to be able to book this hotel."

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others. Dante moved up behind her and gripped her shoulders, kneading them gently just as her fingers tripped over a copy of Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy. "You read a lot." "I do," he said. She slipped her fingers onto the shelf surface, her fingers making a mark in the thin layer of dust there. Just as she began to turn, she noticed another mark in the dust, as though something normally sat there but had been moved. "Why don't you," he began, pushing her back against the shelf, making it teeter slightly, "go take off some of these clothes while I change the sheet

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.

"Yes. I want it." He swallows down his throat, taking a deep breath without breaking my stare. "Here." His voice is gruff and he presses the book against my lower back which propels our bodies further against each other. "Anything else you want?" He utters his words slowly, each phrase rolling off his tongue—what's that word... Divine. Absolutely divine. ******

My eyes began getting heavy as I sat in the chair, so I decided to look at the titles in the bookshelf. They all looked like history books, until I came across a title I knew very well, “The Divine Comedy,” I spoke aloud, trailing my finger down it’s spine. After taking the book from the shelf and sitting back in the chair my eyes drifted down to the set of characters in front of me. The pieces all looked like intricately carved, as my eyes roamed each piece.

I turned around, and it was Luca. "Sorry I didn't knock," he said, realising he had scared me. He gave me an envelope. I took it and felt a card in it. "I had my beta open an account for you. Use the card to get money from the atm or shop anywhere. There is no limit on it but be wise about it," he said, smiling at me. He pulled me in a hug, and I felt him take in my scent. It was awkward. I could feel his reluctance to leave, but I did not say anything. I could be reading it all wrong. I breathed a bit, and he scented Hazel and Sandalwood. What were the odds he would smell the same as the field Declan took me to in my dream?

At twenty-seven, I still got that little thrill whenever an antiquarian shipment landed on my doorstep — the promise of forgotten histories, dusty gods, and secrets no one else in this noisy city cared about. “Thank you,” I murmured, already turning away as the van pulled off. The return address was a small, obscure dealer in Rome I’d found through a private forum for classical enthusiasts. “De Rebus Divinis Obscuris” — On Obscure Divine Matters. I’d ordered it three weeks ago on a whim after reading a fragmented reference to a lost fertility deity in an academic paper. Gods and ancient civilizations were my private obsession, the one thing that still made my blood hum. My day job at the uni