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Dante asked. "Good," Elian confirmed. He set his notebook on the desk — the one from the plane, with three lines in it. He set the laptop beside it. He looked at the arrangement for a moment with the satisfaction of something clicking into place. "What's the novel about?" Dante asked. He was in the doorway. He hadn't planned to ask. It arrived. Elian turned. "Two men," he said. "One who was built to be invisible and one who was built to make things visible. What happens when the universe puts them in the same place."

“Why are you protecting him? You knew what he's been doing, I can't sit back and say nothing. Keep being you.” I needed more people like this. He wasn't very mature, you could still see the amateurity in him but one thing was that he held his head high. “My Prince, he's in his secret chambers. Thered a bookshelf in his room, the book on invisibility is the key. Just push it forward and the door will open. He always hides there when there's a problem.” Exactly what I'd told Borge. Only a stupid person. We hurried back to the room and started searching for the book on invisibility. When we finally found it, I looked at Borge first before pulling it back and waiting for the door to open.

I was experiencing a conniption in my inner librarian. Someone has been tampering with my literary organization!. Not a word. One by one I began removing the books that were close to them feeling along the spine and flipping through the pages. It was similar to a dusty low-stakes treasure hunt. My fingers brushed against something behind the Ralph Ellison book Invisible Man which was snugly tucked against the back of the shelf. It was a little piece of folded paper. Its more like a small purposefully hidden message than a note. My heart fluttered with hope like a bird stuck in a trap. I was shaking when I unfolded the paper. It was clearly Ivette's handwriting in a single graceful script.

Two minutes later he entered to the library looking everywhere, when he spotted her he came closer. "Hey. " He said moving a chair backwards and sitting down while placing his backpack on the desk. "Hi. " "I hope you don't mind but i got ahead in the assignment. " He said placing a copy of the book "Pride And Prejudice" by Jane Austen on the desk. Its cover had a girl with brown short curly hair and wearing a pink long dress that resembled a night gown, and a bonnet in her head seated on a chair looking somewhere else. She was resting her chin on her left index finger while on her right hand she was holding what it seemed a piece of paper. The cover was attractive to Amy, who always wanted t

He turned, somewhat reluctantly, and found himself facing a well dressed older man. The man’s suit was immaculately tailored, his silver hair was combed back with class. Everything about the man showed that he was someone wealthy “Do I know you?” Julian asked, guardedly looking the man in the eyes. The man gave a small nod, unfazed by Julian’s guarded tone, he stretched out his hand eagerly, almost so eargery which caught Julian off guard, “My name is Alfred Bannerman.”

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

Zhedya turned to go…then stopped. "Ian." He met Ian's eyes. "I think I forgot my book in the bedroom. The one for the flight." Ian nodded. "I'll get it." He hurried back inside. The moment the door closed, Zhedya turned back to Lily. Crouched down again, quick and quiet. "Hey, pequeña." His voice was low, meant only for her. "Remember the story of the invisible man?" Lily's eyes lit up, the sadness temporarily forgotten. "The one who could only be seen by people who loved him?"