The Edge Of Reason Novel By Michelle Torlot Novels & Stories

With a sob, I turned and began pushing my way through the men who had gathered in the hall and doorway, obviously having been watching the fight. But as I passed Rook, he reached out, trying to stop me. With a shake of my head, I continued forward. I couldn't deal. I couldn't emotionally handle what I had just learned, and I needed time. Time alone. Satan…was Torin. ~~

**Lila POV** The library after school was usually the one place where I could disappear to and feel safe. No drama. No weird conversations or me pretending I wasn’t confused about everything happening around me. But today, it wasn’t working. I was sitting in the corner with my math textbook open, staring at the same problem for what felt like forever. The numbers were starting to look like a different language to me and every time I tried to focus, my brain went somewhere else. Back to the cabin. The way Mason looked at Ezra like he was so terrified of losing him, and the way Kai acted like everything was cool with him even though I could tell it really wasn’t.

she responded, pulling out her own books from her tote bag. “Exactly. I ain’t that stupid.” I murmured. ‘Or am I?’ Soon, my thoughts wandered. My eyes were on the novel but I just couldn’t pay attention to it. All I could think of was the dream I had about him. ‘You need to come off this, Elena!’ I yelled in my head, putting in all mental strength into focusing on my novel. Then I realized this novel kind of explained the dynamics between Mr. Richard and I. Jericho Barrons, older, enigmatic, and ruthlessly protective, becomes entangled with MacKayla Lane as she’s thrust into a dangerous supernatural world.

As he was laughing behind me, I smiled a sincere one. It was almost midnight and Ed was busy in his phone. We told Anna and the others about our flat tire. They offered to come and pick us but we refused and decided we'll meet tomorrow morning. I was reading a book that was on my side-table; "If I Stay" by Gayle Forman. It was a romantic story. I glanced at Ed every few minutes or so. A question struck my mind and I closed the book, with my index finger inside from the top on the page I was on. "You said you have dated girls' right?" I asked.

Listen to me, please. She pleaded gently, trying to coerce that side of her that hadn’t already rationalized her actions into seeing reason with her. But right before her eyes, she watched her retreat deeper into whatever cocoon of insanity nesting in her mind. Claire stood and dusted her shorts, a grin slowly forming on her face. A mad look replaced the sober look that had been on her face just some seconds ago.

The building has been waiting for a reason. He thought about Ellie at nine beginning to draw the community centre before she knew any of this — the children's corner from the library knowledge, the in-between room from the girl of eleven who held the book, the window between the rooms from thinking about growing up. He thought about Ellie's instinct to arrive at the same place as Margaret's eleven years: the room for the thing that doesn't fit the other rooms. He thought: Ellie knew the reason before she knew she knew it. He thought: this is what the attending produces. The knowledge of the reason before the reason has been spoken.

The one that meant something real was happening and he was deciding how much of it to show. "Remind me again in a few minutes," he said, the eyebrow going up. She laughed. The sound filled the room and he pulled her closer and she felt his chest shake with his own quiet laugh under hers. She pressed her face back into him. She thought about the farmhouse. The title coming back. Long Shadow gone. She thought about Russell Edgington and Felipe De Castro and a war that was moving toward them whether they were ready or not. She thought about Eli, who had spent years keeping his head down and was now calling in players from Panama and sending Nora back to London and picking up gauntlets she hadn'

He was a master tactician, slowly but surely wearing down her defenses. She’d found herself looking forward to speaking to him. It was when she’d woken in the middle of the previous night, to find herself in tangled sheets damp with sweat after an intensely erotic dream, that she’d got up and packed. It was only after she’d done that, she’d been able to go back to sleep.

The remaining Librarians scatter, hissing. The Hunter wipes his blade. "They'll be back. The Silence always sends a bigger predator." He nods to a portal flickering in the ruins-a doorway of fractured light. "That leads to the Edge. The one place the Silence hasn't touched." "Why?" "Because it's not a story. It's a *blank page*." --- **The Edge** The portal spits us into a desert of white sand, the sky a sheet of unmarked parchment. The air is sterile, scentless.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”