The Poet X Quotes With Page Numbers Novels & Stories

"You've come so far, my dearest love. You've almost reached the prize. Wish I was there to hold your hand And look into your eyes. I may be Old as a rotting stump But my love's Faithful and true So once more follow my loving heart To where Equuleus waits for you." "For once, I think I can figure this one out on my own," Xavier said. "Let me guess - we're heading to Old Faithful next?" "Looks pretty clear to me," Penny agreed. "And he drew us another map, too." She showed the rest of them the sketch beneath the poem. "Let me see the pictures again."

An hour later, after searching for anything to help us within books that ranged from brand new to hundreds of years old, I huffed with disappointment and decided to stretch my legs; my pale finger trailed over the spines of books, dust painting my fingertip. Once I reached the poetry section, I smiled brightly. All around me were books from Silvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickson, Robert Frost, and many others that were like my old friends. Taking a random book off the shelf, I flipped through its contents. "(...) Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home." ~ Tecumseh "You enjoy poetry too?" A familiar voice spoke behind me, making my heart speed up as I jumped slightly. Turn

Most were about history, leadership, strategy. But there were a few that surprised me. Poetry. Classic literature. A worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. I smiled despite everything. Xavier reading poetry felt… unexpected. I pulled the poetry book out. Flipped through it. Some pages were dog-eared. Lines underlined. “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” My throat tightened. I put the book back so fast you would think it burned me. Then I moved to his desk.

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

Mike whispered the end words with a solemn expression creeping up on his face. Running a hand through his hair, Xander sighed heavily and deeply, "You said it's a poison. Then it must have an antidote. We should look for that." He quickly took out his phone to make a call but Mike's next words stopped him. "Don't bother. It doesn't." "What do you mean?" Xander turned around. "Poisoner's poison. Why do you think it is called that?" Mike took out a book from under his desk and opening up a certain page, he slided it against the wooden desk towards Xander.

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Xasha came up to the man, “He must have been a Thorium Realm expert for his bones to survive this long.” Beside the man was a book with a metal cover. He took up the book in hand and opened it, but all that fell out was dust and loose pieces of pages that had not decomposed yet. The ink had long disappeared, but Xahsa saw one word visible in the entire Book, "pe Sage." "PE, sage? What's that?" a member of Xasha's 5 man cell commented. "Don't worry about it, let's just go, we're falling behind." Another member berated. She thought Choir was too easily distracted.

Asher read the last page that Xander skipped. ****tbc****

Forgotten. I pour. Cork against glass. Bubbles rise. I fill my glass halfway. Then Diana’s glass. Then Ghost’s glass. I lift my drink. I smile. “To a new beginning,” I say. I tilt my head. “My life as Mrs. Xander.” My voice is cold. Firm. I sip slowly. I want her to watch. I want her to feel small. I set the bottle down. I glance at Diana. She sniffs. Her eyes are red.

"Why don't I make use of my big ass pool often?" Xavier unties his sneakers and begins to remove them. He also removes his socks before moving towards the pool and sitting beside Xander. He slowly puts his legs into the cold water and waits to adjust to the coldness before speaking, "This is ironic. You get drunk and me being the one coming back from work," Xander lets out a low laugh. Soon everywhere becomes silent only the sound of the waters as Xander and Xavier slowly move their legs in it. "If they were still alive, how do you think everything will be like?"