Theodosia Book Novels & Stories

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu

I inquire, taking a step forward but Theodora doesn't even respond. I tap her, but there's no movement from her. Frightened, I gently pull her away from the sink with the water from her hair dripping, and my heart drops in my stomach. Wide lifeless eyes, and a pale face, with bites on her neck. The scream that threatens to tear its way out suddenly dies in my throat. "Theodora! Theodora!" I lose count of the times I smack her cheeks, but she's not moving. She's not moving at all.

eldest sister or. "I mean, Marquis de Rosa has visited to check your welfare." That was when I marched away as my wolf was howling from excitement. I didn't reply to Kenji and just went straight to Theodore's tent, oblivious that Cretheus was still following me. No way... He was also here now? They were complete! I rushed to Theodore's tent, trusting that Theodore still put the device that the tent is soundproof, and as soon as I got there, my breath hitched upon seeing Theodore and... Thaddeus, holding a record book in his hand before he met my eyes and gasped softly.

"Council of Existence is meeting. They're requesting your presence." I sighed. Council meetings meant politics, and I preferred consciousness networks. But duty called. Riley My daughter Theodora played in the archives, surrounded by holographic records of Prime Existence's history. She was eight years old, named after the uncle who'd given everything. "Mama, why did Great-Uncle Theo die?" she asked, not for the first time. Aaron and I exchanged glances. We'd answered this question dozens of times, but it never got easier.