The Works Of Aleister Crowley [three Volumes] Mga Nobela at Kwento

He dragged his chair a few feet away from me then sat down. I stared at him in confusion. “What is that?” “This?” He echoed, holding the bag up. “Very important material…” My frown deepened. What exactly was this all about? He pulled something out of the bag. A book rather. My eyes widened as soon as they landed on the covers. “Volume one,” he said, placing the book on his lap. “Volume two.” I could practically feel angels crowning me with shame. “Volume three.” Alchemy of shame.

One shadow. Casius stiffened. “That symbol again.” Alina swallowed. “The White Wolf. The first alpha.” Her voice dropped. “They erased him from history.” She moved down the aisle, reading spines etched in runic script. Chronicles of the Silver Howl. The Bloodmoon Accord. The Warding Flame. Her hand stopped. Three volumes sat pristine at the end of the shelf. The White Wolf. The Warding Flame. The Prophecy of Balance. Her throat tightened. “Three complete texts.”