The Little Wartime Library Novels & Stories

Faith stands up with a serious look on her face and talks to the walls when she says, “Please let me take this book with me. I promise I will take good care of it but I need it to continue spreading good in the world.” It remains silent around us which we take as their blessing for taking the book. We hurry up the stairs and out of the library. I quickly get on Thorn his back and wait for Faith who is staring at the top of the library like she is saying goodbye. Then she sits behind me and I say, “You could always come back when the war is over.”

piper said winking at her. After she finished her meal Hazel stared at her wrist then at the door. "Piper, can you take me to the library?." Piper's eyes lit up. "Yes! Let's go." She danced dramatically. ....... The library was three stories of old wood and older secrets. Piper led her to the history section, the third row, back corner. "Anything specific?" "I will know when I see it." Hazel ran her fingers along the spines. Territorial wars. Bloodlines of the east.

BUT THIS ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• IS PRESENT DAY. ANYWAYS, PLEASE ENJOY! ༻☆✫☆༺ The Goodwill library was a sanctuary of knowledge and silence. Tall wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with countless books that whispered secrets of the past and promises of the future. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages turning created a soothing atmosphere. Students were scattered throughout the library, some hunched over their computers, others buried in textbooks, all lost in their own worlds of study and contemplation.

We’d planned our next path more wisely and carefully, tracking the path from one town to another so to ensure we had enough time to walk during the day and find somewhere to eat and rest for the nights. We’d ended up staying at The old lantern in for just over a week, more because of the weather forecast, it had said the snow would completely stop and the sun would be out meaning spring was definitely on its way. The day before we leave I remember Flos book in my bag and take the opportunity to have a look through it. It was a book inside a book, it looked as though she’d already filled one so had bought another to carry on her story. The fist part of the book brought me to tears, with the w

I stopped by the library—the same one I’d visited as a girl, the place where I first found stories about women who dared to rise beyond the walls they were born in. Mrs. Bertram, the head librarian, recognized me immediately. “You’ve grown into yourself,” she said as she welcomed me inside. I smiled. “I’m trying.” “I heard about the Foundation. And the baby. Congratulations.” “Thank you.” “I always said you had a story inside you.” “I think it just took time to find its voice.” I donated a dozen books from the Barlowe house—stories I wanted other young girls to find: Jane Eyre, Little Women, The Secret Life of Bees, Becoming, The House on Mango Street, and more.

Ran back to me. "Can I have this?" "What's your name?" "Lila." "Okay, Lila. You're card number one." I laminated it myself last night. #001 COLE COMMUNITY LIBRARY She held it like gold. "Thank you," she said. That was the whole thing right there. --- Inside was loud in the best way. Kids on the floor reading. Parents asking about programs. Volunteers we found on F******k hauling boxes. Damian was behind the desk with me.

About the way everything had become a threat before it had even had the chance to become a life. Then a radio crackled behind us. “Vehicles ready.” The moment ended. Not broken. Just postponed. Jaxon stepped back. “Stay close,” he said. I looked at him. “Close,” I corrected. His mouth softened. “Close.” *** The library looked smaller in person. That was the first thing that unsettled me. The photograph had made it seem imposing. Tall. Severe. A building that had watched the city change around it and remained unmoved. In reality, it sat on a quiet corner between a closed pharmacy and a narrow public park. Its stone walls were weathered. Ivy climbed along one side. The old bronze lettering abo

This would be a tough morning and it had nothing to do with his job. April couldn’t believe a wolf would come into her library and be so polite. He definitely came from the new pack that dared invade this territory. The residents have talked about nothing else, but this shake up in the area. People made bets before trouble between the two packs became obvious. No one could hide a war or the death toll for long in a small place like this. But she still didn’t know if their protections still worked on the library. For years now, she’d been warding the library from the wolves. Ever since, they seriously injured the old librarian and forced his retirement. Mr. Livingston loved the library. He’d

On another such occasion shortly thereafter, my work brought me to the southwestern region past Laoce, and on my return from the mountains to Pyre, I was stopped by a group of bandits who identified themselves as having been paid to ensure my unsafe passage. She turned the page over and stopped, her eyes straying to an image down below. It was an old photograph printed in black of a group of dignitaries gathered beneath the portico of a large building with a familiar phrase inscribed. Library, for the Betterment of Public Hearts "The library..." she breathed, astonished. 'No. But the librarian told me that the library had burned; it was destroyed and all the books were lost.' She touched the

The power of older women remains one of civilization’s least adequately studied forces. I escaped to the library because I needed a room that admitted silence without trying to interpret it. The lamps were low. Fire steady. Snow at the windows. Books everywhere, all of them pretending people came to houses like this for learning instead of concealment. The war room lay behind the hidden panel, and the hidden panel lay behind the library wall, and I could feel its existence the way one feels a bruise through clothing. I stood by the mantel and let the quiet reach me.