Romans & histoires The Outsiders Novel Covers

The cover was the same design as The Inside Account but in a different color — green instead of blue, the specific green of the kitchen garden gate, the green that Thomas had said would weather well. Ernest watched Don open the first copy. Don held it in his hands for a moment — not reading, just holding. The quality of someone receiving the physical evidence of the work. The work had been abstract for so long — the manuscript, the galleys, the proofs, the emails with the editor. The physical book was different. The physical book was real. The physical book could be held and opened and given. Don opened the title page. The Ground Keeps, by Don. He turned to the dedication. For Ernest, who ke

and "In His Arms." It's a section on romance. It's the only section with books in hues of sultry reds and blushing pinks. I reach for 'In His Arms' and pull it out enough to see the cover. Longing twists my insides at the vision of a shapely man holding a brunette in his loving arms, as the title suggests. They're naked. Their flushed bodies were wrapped haphazardly in a white satin sheet. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Kade calls from across the library.

I was afraid of touching it when he handed it to me. “This is the last of the four copies the author had made. You can read it if you like. I am giving this to you.” “In The Gods Own Hands, ” I read the title out loud. Lambskin. The book was covered with lambskin. No wonder it looked ancient, especially with a magnificently done engraving of the title and the author’s name. “Why would you give this to me?” I asked, looking at him who leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed to his chest and eyes locked on me

I mumble, heading to my office. I sit down in my chair and put the book on the desk. I look closely at the cover and realize it isn't leather, but some soft dark skin, more on a fur than the normal boom cover. My guess would be some.random animal with fur but I think sime fur isn’t smooth as this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse under my breath. I read the tiny scrawl with widening eyes.

My day was way more important than this guy at least for now until I decided to mull it over tonight over a small meal that I would end up making later. I took a deep breath and headed toward the bench that sat beneath the shade of trees. A group of birds chirped nearby, possibly above me where the branches shielded the summer sun and kids played with their parents and pets nearby as well.I had pulled my hair into a ponytail before leaving my place, a light tee and a pair of faded shorts that came close to my knees. It was a tad hot to wear anything else. In my back pocket, rested my cell phone which was brand new and cost a fair amount but it was worth it because who knows what may lay ahea

The cover wasn't a normal paperback but it was something I couldn't understand what it was. I held the big book that was very heavy and lifted it to look at the cover well with my eyes squinted. “That's human skin," Heremuah said and I jumped because I didn't think that someone was there with me and I didn't hear him come in. “Heremuah? Oh, you scared me. I didn't see you come in. Did those two get home alright?" I asked as I held my chest with one hand the Grimoire on the other hand and it almost fell.

The last one has four entries about a pair of shoes. Then I pull a slim paperback out of the bottom of the pile and flick it open, and it’s erotica. Filthy, actually, properly filthy, and tucked in the back cover there’s a red lingerie. Nobody says a fucking word. Nobody even moves. I just stand in the middle of the wreckage holding my cousin’s stash of p**n in one hand and her empty notebooks in the other. I can feel every guard staring at the back of my head. I know exactly what they are seeing.

I turned it to the side where there is no dirt and wipe the book using it. I saw a black cover with gold linings and designs. I touch the ribbons that are placed in some of the pages. There are symbols located at the bottom part of the cover, carved and painted in the color of gold, but I don’t understand what it means. I looked at the back but there were just designs. I tried opening it but there’s a metal lock on the side. Huh? Was this… a secret book? It kinda looked like a grimoire.

It's a novel, one that isn't part of her literature class and the title- 'One night with the playboy' "A night with the casa nova?! Seriously?" She jolted but quickly recovered and looked at me with a shy smile as she closed the novel, bookmarking it with her pen. God! Whatever that story is about clearly isn't age appropriate and what sort of story cover is that? Shouldn't stuff like that be censored? More importantly, how on earth did she get those sneaky little hands of hers on that? I did see a familiar signature on the left top side but where have I seen it before?... oh, now I remember, it's Lisa's.

Not much. Just enough to look wrong. I hesitated, then lifted it. Something slid out and landed softly on the mattress. A book. Old. Worn. The edges were frayed, the leather cover cracked with age. It didn’t look like something Raven would own. My chest tightened as I picked it up carefully. There was no title on the front. But inside the cover, written in neat handwriting were words that seemed too personal to read. Like it felt wrong opening it, but I did anyway.