The Neverending Story Leather Bound Book の小説・ストーリー

He just grins and munches on his bread. Smiling, I unwrap it carefully. It’s actually two books, housed in a red slipcase. The books are bound in what I think is red Morocco leather. The spines have raised bands and are lettered in gilt. One isAlice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the other isThrough the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Both the copies bear a dedication: ‘Margaret Evelyn Hardy from the Author, Christmas 1871.’ One of them contains a piece of paper that explains their origin.

She wondered what he was going to take out now. Dominic unclipped the brass fastener that held the walled closed and reached inside. His hand disappeared halfway up to his elbow as he rummaged around inside the magic container. When he drew his hand out, he was holding a thick, leather-bound book the size of a small dictionary. The book was much larger than the wallet that had just contained it. Leesa wondered if things shrank when they went inside, or if there was just more space in there than the normal laws of physics would allow. She guessed it didn’t really matter—magic was magic. The laws of physics did not apply. She looked at the book more closely. There was no lettering anywhere on

Máire smiled warmly. “Ah, here it is.” Shae announced, bringing down a thick leather-bound book. The leather was worn, and the edge of the pages yellowed with age. I couldn’t make out any lettering on the binding. I wondered just how old this tome is. I was so eager to touch it and possibly date it that I took it from Shae before John could.

I had thought that it would burn me – taking a peek at the two women who were with me, they were back away from the fire, Leah patted the small flame that got on her pants, Lyv helping her put it out. I could still feel the heat, but what was odd was that the flames didn’t burn me. I lowered my hands slowly, looking at the book – now burning yet the pages were intact. My heart beat fast as I walked back to the podium. I blink, there was something new. I blinked again. I rubbed it, feeling the sting I had felt when Leah brought me to Neverwhere.

With this book, Bia first learned about her parent's history. She would spend hours in the afternoon lying on the wooden floor of her room on the boat just reading the book. It was a huge book made entirely of dark leather. There was nothing on the cover, just the leather, so that a thief would not think it was valuable. But if you dared to open the book the first words you would read were "treasure book". The first time Bia opened the book she did not know what treasure means so she did not got from the first page before letting the book aside and going back to play.

I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap. The book floats mid-air and emits blinding light. It starts glowing and the pages start to turn. A few moments afterward, the pages stop turning. The glow starts to vanish, and the book moves toward my hand. Just like the book I was reading earlier, it has a leather hardbound cover and its title are embroidered with gold. 'The Untold' I said as I've read the title. I turn the cover and start reading once again. ----- THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW

I can tell Uncle Leo we aren't ready yet. 'I'm sure. I don't think it will help us, but it won't hurt either.' She said. I picked up the book. It was an old, deep brown, leatherbound book with the title in gold leaf. 'Tales of Olde'. It was heavier than I expected. Uncle Leo hadn't told me the title of the story so I skimmed the contents page. None of the titles mentioned an unnamed wolf. I sighed.

Leila walked between the aisles, surrounded by old copper kettles, once fine German porcelain, toy trains, and oak plant stands trying hard not to look bored. One stall caught her eye—a pile of books, mostly battered children’s tales and lonely volumes of the classics not worth much without the rest of the lot. Some books looked interesting, bound in old tooled leather. Then something caught her eye. She spotted a volume in the middle of all that artful chaos. It was a thick, faded book with a tan leather binding. The title, The History and Artifacts of the Ancient Germanic Tribes, was elegantly crafted in gold letters. Leila’s pulse quickened. She was looking for this volume in the library

He looked up as I entered, his gaze meeting mine. "I just finished reading him a story," he said, patting the space beside him. I approached, taking a seat beside him. "What did you read?" He showed me the book's cover and a soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips. It was an old favourite, a cherished story from our childhoods. As he began to recount the tale, his voice soothing and familiar, the tension that had weighed on us both seemed to ebb away. Listening to Aron's words, I felt a sense of connection, a reminder of the shared history that had brought us together. The story acted as a bridge, carrying us back to when things were more straightforward, and the weight of secrets hadn't

The Ethics of Soul Fragmentation. Her stomach turned. This wasn't a library; it was a butcher’s manual. "Tristan," she whispered. "Found something?" "No. But... this leather." She touched a book bound in a shimmering, iridescent blue material. "This is Siren skin." Tristan grimaced from across the aisle. "Don't touch it. Some of them are cursed to bite." He stopped. He reached up to a high shelf, pulling down a massive tome bound in black iron. It was heavy, hitting the table with a dull thud.