The Parting Glass Book Novels & Stories

Nothing inside Sublevel Zero behaved without purpose. Every delay. Every silence. Every coincidence eventually revealed itself to be part of something larger. She slowly extended her hand. The moment her fingertips touched the glass, warmth spread beneath her skin. Not heat. Recognition. Tiny lines of light traveled beneath the surface of the case, weaving together into intricate patterns that spread outward like roots searching through soil. No alarms sounded. No locks disengaged. Instead, the glass simply dissolved into countless particles of light before disappearing completely. The archive remained silent. Evelyn closed her eyes briefly.

GLASS CYAN EYES watched slender fingers turn the leaves of a book; once. Twice. Thrice. The cool blue orbs ceased their study of the phalanges and moved on to the slim soft arch that denoted the wrist, down the forearm, arm, the sheathed curve of the shoulder girdle, neck and then the facial muscles of their owner.

Ban: Can I remove it? Lord Gula: Yes. Only you can remove it. The slaves under you cannot do so on their own. But there was something else about the book that I have yet to explore. It's the second part of the book. It is by far the most interesting spell book I have read. Ban: There are two parts in the book?

I began this book when I was 16 and many of you might know and I would like to keep it that way so the only editing I'll do is just correcting the spelling errors. I also have some books on W******l please can you check them out and I'm currently on the Third Volume of So Near Yet So Far with the subtitle of( A Night With The Substitute) an unbreakable student/teacher relationship. But you can start with the first volume if you want to but all the volumes are sts5nd alones meaning you can start with any volume.

The trip back to the mainland felt like waking up from a bad dream, only to find your real life was worse. The clean, sharp air of the island was gone, replaced by the damp, heavy fog of Blackwood Valley. It clung to the windows of the armored car like a sick breath. And there, in the distance, the Glass House sat on its cliff. It didn’t shine anymore. In the dying orange light of the sunset, it looked like a broken piece of dirty ice, reflecting nothing but the coming dark.

But near the bottom, wrapped in wax paper, lay something stranger. A book. No spine. No title. Pages brittle with age, browned at the edges. She pulled it out slowly, brushing off dust. One corner had been nibbled by time or mice but the contents were still intact. She opened the first page. “Once, far beyond the veil of true sight, there lived a widow in a house made entirely of glass. Every day she watched others… but no one ever saw her watching.” Isolde blinked. She knew this story.

Odd things that reminded me of a voodoo parlor. I didn’t touch any of those. No, what drew me in was a book at the far end. It was almost as if the book itself was calling my name, leading me towards it. I was a moth to a flame. By the time I stood right in front of it, I realized that the book was encased in glass. Curiously, I touched the glass, hoping I would find a way to open it but the second my skin made a contact, the glass shattered. Ryker who had been standing beside me quickly pulled me back. “What the bloody hell is that?”

only one sentence had been written. The greatest story was never meant to be read... The greatest story was never meant to be read... The words did not fade. They slowly lifted from the page itself, floating into the air like silver mist. No one spoke. The sea became perfectly still. Even the giant eye beneath the glass path remained frozen. Adrian stepped toward the desk. The Pen of Beginnings vibrated in his hand. Not with fear. With recognition. The black book was calling to it. The gray-coated man quietly whispered,

"No. Just some crazy woman." The car pulled away and headed down the sunlit boulevard. Warm rays spilled across my face as I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled. The past had faded into darkness, beyond reclaiming. Ahead lay a road bright with promise and endless light.

After a few seconds, I had dropped a single drop in each glass and capped it back, noticing that it still had half of it left for what I had to do next. Also check out my other books CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and HIS BROKEN PRINCESS!