The Nightingale Book Club Questions Novels & Stories

The way her voice trembled anytime he was close. Kael rubbed his hands over his face and exhaled through his nose. This was not the time. Not the place. Yet her image stayed anyway, uninvited. He straightened, forcing the thoughts out, letting the Alpha’s mask settle back over him. “Tomorrow wasn’t about her. It was about Nightfang. You have no space for anything else.” ************************ The great hall of the Council smelled of burning cedar and old parchments, a mix of war and history. Light rays passed lightly over the tables where the elders sat — twelve of them, old as the walls, their robes heavy with embroidered sigils of every pack under their authority.

First, it was the missing book, and then, Lucy’s request for marrows. Despite how hard the truth hit me in the hard, I still refused to believe it. I didn’t realize how much time had passed until I peeped through the hole again, only to be staring into darkness. “Light the fire!” Someone yelled from outside. After a few minutes of unseen movements, the night air was filled with smoke as fire crackled at different areas of the pack. Two knocks came on my door, and I attended to it immediately. “Natalia has asked that you come to the council room,” the tall, muscular boy said. I scanned him first, taking in his features In case he wasn’t being truthful before nodding. He turned to leave…

I’d wait until I had a chance to ask them. We walked down a long entryway with white and black marble tile on the floor and plenty of golden framed paintings on either side of us, each depicting a different scene from the history of mages and shifters, I supposed. The few that I recognized were only familiar to me because I used to read a lot of fairy tales. When I saw one of a woman wearing a red cloak, standing in the forest with a wolf at her side, I raised an eyebrow. “Ah, yes! A Nightingale,” Maggie said, stopping and folding her hands in front of her. “Isn’t it lovely?”

Miguel screamed from the bed, "What are you doing?! Why aren't you casting something?!" "I-I can't!" Natalie shouted. "The book! I don't understand it anymore! The words-they're gone! They turned into symbols and shapes!" Cielo cried, rocking herself on the bed. "No! No! No! That book is our only hope! Fix it! Fix it now!" Natalie turned the pages faster, hoping to find at least one part she could still read-but every page was the same. Unreadable. Foreign. As if someone had replaced the entire language overnight.

I read it aloud, my voice trembling as the words filled the small room. "Grace, Ethan, Julian... If you are reading this, the Nightingale has fallen. The silence you feel is the sound of the Wolfe name finally being returned to the earth. I am the last of the old blood, and I have chosen to be the one who turns out the lights.

I stopped to look down at my nails, my eyes instantly drawn to the one different nail on my left ring finger. "Oh yeah?" Ella said. "Maybe we should create a little book club of our own, have discussions about our lunch gatherings rather than just sharing glances at each other." She suggested. "Well... While the young wives might like the idea, I'm not so sure about the old wives," Cilvia commented. "Is this your way of saying you don't want to do book clubs?" Ella asked, and Cilvia just shrugged her shoulders. "We can go get our nails done. I'm sure all the women would like that," Cilvia suggested.

He lets out a frustrated sound and tips his head back, his lips moving dramatically as he silently prays for strength to deal with me. I've seen that look enough to know what it is. "Only the first night of book club is at the store. We take turns rotating every week to people's houses. They took pity on us and let us do it together." He says, showing me his sheet of paper showing what week people signed up for. I have one as well, but I just folded it and shoved it into my book not realizing what it was. "Shit, so what does that even mean?" I ask and Everett shrugs.

She screamed in his ears. “Where did you learn that from?” He asked frowning. “Mary told me. There is Cinderella. I wanb Cinderella.” She said and a soft smile played on his lips at the demands of his almost 3-year-old daughter and her mispronunciation. Her birthday was the coming week and she had already been making a list of the things she want. Mary was their nanny and would read them princess stories, so when Tilly asked her where they lived, she told them it was Disney land.

I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment. “It’s a very interesting book, Doon,” continued Maurice. “It’s the story of Muad’Dib, the mouse that hides from the sun and travels in the cool night.” “Sounds a bit boring,” said Flossie. “Do you think we could delay this week’s Book Club until we get out of this mess?” I requested in my most reasonable voice. Stay calm, wait for first light, and then make our way back to the lake, possibly to drown myself and get it all over with. “Just keep quiet and don’t make any sudden movements.”

‘Lilith, listen to me’ I shook my head. ‘No, you listen to me. First thing, council is a safe place, second, I am wolf, a white wolf and can protect myself, and the last thing… Nobody knows about the book except us, we don’t have to announce my visit to council. I will go, find the book and will come back quietly. It won’t even take a full day, so why make it complicated’ I was huffing in the end, and he hung his head low, rubbing his fingers on his forehead.