Novel & Cerita The Words Book

“Kaszalo.” He sighed, cleared his throat. “Most people look at these and assume, as we do, that all of this is nothing but paper and ink.” He scanned the shelves, the volumes. “What they don’t know is these books have a life.” His eyes slowed, pausing on the antique letters stamped on the battered spines. The different heights, widths, colors. “Books are never just books. Never just paper, ink. Dust.” He looked at her. “These stories mean something. Even if those who told them disappeared long ago, these words are their voices, their lives. Still. “And there’s nothing worse than robbing someone of their words, right?”

After what felt like an eternity, Fred replied, "We can talk about it when you get back." To reach home, I had to navigate a narrow path that was shrouded in darkness, void of any light. In my hazy state, I caught a glimpse of Fred's familiar figure making his way down the path. He knew I was afraid of the dark and had come to guide me home. I reached out my hand, but the figure vanished again, leaving me standing alone on that dim path. I couldn't remember the last time Fred had come to fetch me like this. Pushing through the fear, I finally made it home.

The book was an ancient one from the looks, it had latin words and strange patterns written all over it. The only understandable word was the bold 'Garou' written at the top. I touched the book in Crescent's hand expecting to get the same reaction, but i didnt, it was just normal. I guess the book knows what it's doing, it wanted Crescent to open it. Scratch that, it wasn't normal, the feeling of touching the book was different from the feeling of touching a normal book. It felt like the book had a life of it's own. "Should we open it?" Crescent asked." I don't think we should, we aren't supposed to be here in the first place" I said and he agreed with me, then he put the book back in it's p

He was looking for the red string. Tania didn't answer him, just flipped open the notebook and held it out for him to see. When William saw the contents, his eyes widened in shock. Every page, every line, was filled with crooked, messy handwriting. Tania said nothing, but William couldn't stop his lips from trembling. After a long pause, Tania spoke softly.

“Hold on, I need to find a suitable angle.” Peter chuckled. “Okay, since it will just take a few minutes.” A few minutes were nothing. Even if Thomas was given a few hours, he would not be able to complete the task. Look at how long a person needs to read a book that contains one million words? One hundred million words means one hundred books that contain one million words! We are talking about one hundred books! That was like finding a wrong word from one hundred books that contained one hundred million words in ten minutes.

What does that mean? Ever since I have returned I have been racking my brain about this. I stare at the tattered book of the ancient text looking for answers. The ancient text is a book on all the common phrases and words one will hear in the realm of the night. It is a language night terrors, as well as the ancients, speak.

Verity walked round the table, pulled a chair beside me and sat down, looking at me with great interest. “Inside books?” she whispered, as if we were discussing top secret information. “Before my brain short-circuits. Explain it to me.” “Ok. Listen. Wordswood had libraries everywhere, right?” I closed my book and concentrated on explaining all that Ruin showed me. “Yes.” “And what are libraries or universities running on?” “Books!”

@FASHOLA ESTHER ADEBUSOLA. 2021. Please, Note that every words written in this book is purely a work of fiction and therefore is written for entertainment and relaxation purposes only. This book may not be screenshotted, downloaded or shared as a p*f. it is clearly not authorized. Thanks. I do hope you enjoy the book, i was dazzled myself at the characters that form so much passion to live and love. Do, Enjoy the book most dearest to my heart.

“I would prefer to have more illustrations in our books. The words aren’t that enticing, even.” Elizabeth gave out a bit of a laugh before saying, “Brother, books are made to inspire, to nourish your mind. Books aren’t meant to be some kind of museum.” She continued, “Words are meant to be poetic. They are meant to be in such a way so your mind can think. Books are supposed to take you to different places, places where you can’t go.” “I will try next time,” I sighed. “I suggest that you do that as much as possible. Even the wisest men in this world read books because even they don’t know everything,” she comforted.

Words counts, words are magical essence of living with people in unity, teaching and bending people with the gift of my story telling. Did i call mental possession of peoples mind a gift...just a moment! Of course... yes what ever that was not yours and by talent or skills merited and it became yours is a present of skills and should be accorded. I would at last give credit to whosoever knew these stories from its start to its finish and can as well write in accord all the things which had been scripted in the bible that some were called scriptures ; that was what i was taught that these scriptures were words that were made flesh and was meant to dwell among us mankind. But these words were