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He handed it to Donato with trembling fingers. "This… is the last trace of the Book," he whispered. "The one that left Earth… and returned." Luca blinked. "The book? You mean..." "Yes," Morano cut him off. "The Book that holds the names of every soul who's betrayed us. The one that carries the price of power… the price of secrets." Alessia's breath caught in her throat, from outside as she eaves drop on their conversation. Morano continued, "The last time I touched it, I paid a coin. A coin none of you saw... because it was a part of me. A piece of my soul."

Ishmael said as he looked to the moon. The moon was slow to rise, as if it had been trying to delay the process. Ishmael pointed to the moon, “One it claims it spot in the night, the time will be ripe.” Israel nodded in agreement. “Hezi, come here.” Called Israel. There was some movement that had been herd, and suddenly he appeared. “Hezi, have you and men rest. Once the moon is full, we will ambush and bring back that man.” Hezi stood tall and said “Yes, for tonight will be his last night.” Hezi waved his hand and all the men had gathered around to chime in on what was about to be said.

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

"It's not here." "Neither is it here." Lu said, handing the book to her. "Where'd you find it?" She researched the book, hoping to see anything connected to Payne. "Just there." Lu pointed to the far end of the room. Melinda moved quickly. "Hello ladies." A man in cowboy boots and hats appeared at the door. He removed the fat tobacco from his thin lips as he watched the ladies reach for their behind to claim whatever was kept there. "Americans." He chuckled. His lips spread into a fine thin line.

I guessed that it could be a clash between clans, it wasn't my business, I should be escaping by now but why couldn't I just walk away? " Erebus has been fu*king with us, to set up a party and not attend it, that's disappointing, I don't suppose you know why every clan head wants that damned book," The man with the gun tilted his head to the side as he chuckled slightly before he continued with an evil smirk playing on his lips."I planned on getting my hand on that book before anyone else but no matter, I'll just have to kill the fu*ker who stole the book." I watched as the man continued in the conversation which now seemed one-sided as the other fellow didn't seem a slight bit responsive to

This shut the people up as many started to sob inside. 'Idiat! All these book people, they want to show say them read big big book, I go show you say I hold big big gun! If anybody open their mouth for there again una go answer to my gun!' He turned to his men. 'Mo una ransack the other bags!' Lastborn was still gripped tightly by fear. He had wet himself again when the man had been shot. In his mind, he was screaming to run. You have to get out of here or you will die!