The Long Journey Book Novels & Stories

She pointed with her finger and ran it down these books looking for a particular cover. “I have been saving this story for the right moment.” She directed her son to sit in the chair and when he sat down, she gave him the book. It looked ordinary to him, but it was obviously special to her. “This is the story of a young man who found a friend while on a journey. It is called ‘The Tale of Meru’.” He looked surprised because he was half expecting another history lesson. “Are you sure you have the right book?” “Yes, Yvayn, I am. I am not as boring as you would like to think I am.”

"It's just a story." That type of statement would have troubled and accompanied the child's soul for a long time, starting from that moment. A simple sentence was enough to set in motion a change, within his heart; a small, imperceptible, but existing and pulsating change. It took years before he became aware of it, but that was certainly the beginning of his growth, the birth of a flame, of a light. Of a hope. "It's just a story." insisted the man, which Ystal could no longer trust completely now. Despite this, something in him drew him, as a predator can do with its prey, slowly.

I hope you are too, and would be ever so humbled if you let me know what you thought of my little part two. Being able to explore my characters through their own points of view was an eye opening experience, and I hoped you loved tuning into Dalton, Kendra, and Jake's thoughts just as much as the lead's, Hollis and Whitney's. Despite this book taking five months to write, a month less than two of my other novels, "Not All Who Wander Are Lost" is by far my longest book, nearing 600 pages. I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets.

, he thought to himself. Since their flight is a direct one from Manila to Abu Dhabi and it is night time, the cousins were too tired from their five hour bus journey from Baguio to Manila so they slept the entire duration of their flight, not even rousing when a stubborn gentleman from Business class managed to sneak into their cabin and tried to take a photo but was reprimanded by a male flight steward. He went back quietly to his seat smiling. Patience indeed, wait til they land.

“No one gets near them until they wake up.” JJ nodded. “It will be done.” I took one last look down the hallway that led back to the room where Jayden and Sammy were sleeping. Then I turned away. Because if I looked any longer… I might not have been able to leave. ⸻ Thirty hours later The journey had been long. Longer than any trip I had ever taken before, not because of distance but because of the weight of the thoughts sitting inside my head. Thirty hours of traveling. Thirty hours of thinking about Jayden’s laugh.

I already balanced the accounts from yesterday and started on today's reports. I stand, the pins and needles from sitting too long-running hot up and down my legs. Opening the door, little Eurydice is standing at the entrance. "I'm done with today's studies! Ready to play Hide and Seek, Jessa?" I can only smile at the little girl's energy. "I'll start counting when we reach the courtyard, little mistress," I tell her with a big smile. I reach out my hand, and Eurydice grabs it without hesitation. We walk in companionable silence towards the courtyard. I am passing murals of the underworld on the way.

Pointing this marvel out to Rowan, he asked, “How did we manage it? Not only is it impossible, but we should be feeling the repercussions of traveling at warped speed. Yet, I feel fine.” “We moved at a normal and respectable speed,” Rowan informed him. “We simply traveled on an alternate vibration where time is not measured in the same way.” “It all looked the same,” Jasper said with confusion. “Of what I could make out, that is. We traveled so fast…”

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

My shattered dream Many people in this world ask for love or wanted to be loved. But it is hard to find the right one who truly loves us and who truly values us. What will you do if his happiness is no longer include you? Will you able to love again or bury yourself in sadness? This story is written for every one of us who craves love or be loved by someone else. Let us find our way on this "A journey to forever." Let us find our true love and peace that we've been dreaming of for a long period of time.

"That is a question I cannot answer just yet, but together, we shall uncover the truth." "Very well," Lyra agreed, steeling herself for the journey ahead. The fire continued to crackle and dance, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the unknowns that lay before them. But through the uncertainty, one thing remained clear: Lyra would not face this new reality alone. The sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the ancient library in a warm golden light that filtered through the tall, stained glass windows. Lyra's eyes widened as she gazed upon the towering bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly upward, filled with leather-bound tomes that whispered secrets from ages past.