Thus Spoke Zarathustra A Book For All And None Novels & Stories

“I’ve heard the words since childhood. They mean nothing.” She leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper that still carried the weight of centuries. “Thal’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Kael’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Vyr’kyr nae’sharael nae’vyr.” (They mean everything. Denial will doom your world.) I felt the air leave my lungs. “You speak of humans.” “Thal’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Thal’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr.”

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "The world blinked, and everything false burned away. That wasn’t war. That wasn’t revolution. That was one boy whispering ‘no’ loud enough for empires to kneel." "They will call him god. But we know better. We call him ours." — Aria

pointing Akshara and asked the book to be more clear in its words. The book of prophecy again shouted with an echo, “Ignorance Fails Your Quest”. The book then vanished into thin air and its dust went out the pyre. Igikran was in a flight to capture the book from vanishing, he hid against the wall and fall reflexively.

"Prepare to die!" As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Heavenly Book world instantly fell into an extremely strange state...

'We do not get to choose how we start out in life. We do not get to choose the day we are born or the family we are born into, what we are named at birth, what country we are born in, and we do not get to choose our ancestry. All these things are predetermined by a higher power. By the time you are old enough to start making decisions for yourself, a lot of things in your life are already in place. It’s important, therefore, that you focus on the future, the only thing that you can change. Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and

Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people. It was for me, anyway. :) Please be sure to keep a look out for the third and final book of this series, "Not All Who Dream Are Sleeping".

’’- People are dying, all lying in the ground, blood is splattered in many directions- but those who are still safe didn’t run for their lives, but instead, they pray and pray- for a savior that isn’t coming down from heavens. ‘’I can hear them… the people, but I am not helping them. I am not the Creator, this creator they’re praying to is already gone.’’ The strange symbol appeared in Zaru’s eyes. ‘’Hear me out people, I am He, the author of the book of DEOS, your prayers reached me, but I can’t help you. I need to rest.’’ -And his voice reached the worshipers’ ears. Niru is confused and asked-

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

Anything to avoid direct eye contact with him. “I have no idea why you keep on coming here,” he said in an unusually calm and collected tone... The calm before the storm. “I... Connie... She Uh...” God! Why can't I stop stammering?! “Connie invited me over to___” “You don't belong here Vance... So stop trying so hard to fit in, ”

“There are some things written there that will help you understand your new self.” “That huge book? Reading it sounds stressful already.” “The book just looks big,” the man smirked and he got up as well, “but the contents only fill the first few pages. The remaining pages are blank.” Zara frowned. At that point, to her, everything about that realm was confusing and unnecessarily extra. As she scoffed, she asked, “Why would anyone make such a page? The writer could have just packaged the first few pages and saved paper.”