The History Man Novel Novels & Stories

The man didn’t stand up or at least meet her eyes to acknowledge her, which Claire found to be a little bit rude for someone who needed help. “So I found all these books”, he said, still staring at the books sprawled in front of him. “But… I really can’t decide which one to choose. I need a recommendation” Claire glanced at the stack of books scattered on the floor and quickly read the titles. Based on the mess, she thought that there must be around twenty books, more or less— all about the history of art. She wasn’t that interested in history nor does she enjoy art, so even if she wanted to, she didn’t have any recommendations to give.

He climbs back down the ladder and strides toward me with his long legs, handing the book to me. The cover is worn and faded, but I can still make out the title. “Hybrid History & Other Stories,” I say quietly, gazing at the book. I’ve never thought to look into my own history. Most people are hush when it comes to hybrids, treating us like abominations who deserve no recognition. I’m not only amazed at Robert’s willingness to teach me about this topic, but also at the fact that there is an entire book dedicated to it. “Flip through it tonight,” Robert says kindly, “and we’ll have a proper lesson tomorrow.”

he told her with a smile. “You mean Magnusson?” Majesta couldn't believe he would give her these books. “Yea, ma’am, he has sent you these books to sell. He doesn’t wish to have you pay him for them. They are a gift to sell or keep. He wanted you to read the top one; it is a history of his family. It is handwritten and he hopes you will keep it safe for him.” The man told her with a smile. “Thank you, but who are you?” Majesta asked, not sure why she needed to know.

"Adrian entered the Chamber of Stories." The next page... was completely blank. Adrian looked up. "It hasn't been written." "No." The stranger answered. "It hasn't been chosen." The words echoed through the endless library. Adrian slowly closed the book. "So history isn't fixed?" The mysterious man smiled. "History is fixed." "Choices are not." He walked toward another enormous shelf. This one contained hundreds of books. Every one bore Adrian's name. Some books were burned. Some were soaked in water. Some were stained with blood.

he said kindly. She immediately said in nervousness, “Thank you, but you don't have to do that for me. I took this book because I had never seen a book like this before. May I ask you what book is this?” “This is a medieval history book about the first crusades. I have seen with my own eyes humans kill and slaughter their own kind for something they believe in. That’s very interesting, and that’s why I wrote this book,” he said and smiled. She furrowed her brows in thought. “Seen?” she asked in her mind curiously.

Ervine said, wriggling her eyebrows with a crooked smile. He was disgusted by her suggestions, “ have fun on my behalf…” he told her walking away. He was walking through the hallway that led to the back entrance when he saw the big bold writing on the wall, ' Historical books Section'. “ Wait here” he instructed a confused Middleton as he walked into the section. Indeed, it was filled with his aura. He walked down the aisle, touching his books which were no longer his. He felt one and chuckled. “ The human race: Extinction or not…” he whispered reading the title out. He had gotten this book when he was still infatuated with humans.

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

He scratched his head and returned to study the blank pages. What the hell did he mean by that? He picked the book, he had to know. “Did you maybe pick the wrong book?” I asked desperately. He turned to me, irritation sketched unto his face. “No, I didn't pick the wrong Goddamned book. This is it.” He slammed the book closed and ran his fingers through the leather covers. “This is the book of the prophecy and our people's history.” Well, that made no sense cause his people's book of history was blank.