Turtle With Glasses Book Romane & Geschichten

she mumbled, intrigued. Nueva flicked to the last page, and a nightmarish creature covered in red fur with large canine fangs stared at her dead-on with its vile green orbs. She instinctively closed the book; her chest rose in short ragged breaths. Nueva quickly tied the string back around the cover and placed the book neatly back in the waiting slot.

And from somewhere deep inside me, I assertively whispered, “Relinquo!” Almost as if in response, it leaped off of the man and vanished into the darkness. The room returned to dark and shadowy lighting. I stepped forward, looking at the man's now torn back and reached out to touch it. Suddenly he jumped as. he gasped for air. I stepped back in alarm and grasped the desk. As he settled back into a deep slumber, I turned to look and see what all was on the desk. There was a picture frame made of silver that I could almost see reflections in. A dark book sat there and a small snow globe beside it. I reached out and picked up the snow globe. A smile came across my face as I looked at it closer.

Her wanderings led her to a momentary pause, her gaze fixated on a room visible through the translucent Thai glass. Intrigued by the mysterious room, Hazel gingerly turned the knob and stepped into what appeared to be a sanctuary of knowledge, lined with towering bookshelves. The air inside was laced with the scent of aged paper. What is it? Is he really fond of books? Her fingers traced the spines of the books. Unable to resist the allure, Hazel reached for a book titled "Little Women." Leaning against its edge, she resisted the urge to sit and instead propped herself up, opening the book to its first page.

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Still looking at the bird, she slid her fingers over the animal books which she had gotten acquainted with yesterday, until she found the one she wanted. It slipped off the shelf into her waiting hand, the pages already turning to the very entry her mind was seeking. Strangely, the bird was observing her just as intently, an intelligence in its gaze as it watched the pages of the book open without her hand. She brought the book in front of her and glanced down to look at the photograph of the harpy eagle. The eyes were round and shining with intelligence, but they were not black. The eyes in the picture were a bright amber with a black pupil. She let out her breath slowly. Something was wron

It didn't struggle to take the old eye off. It laid there calmly for about twenty minutes. After a big light appeared. It brightened the place heavily and I saw a small booklet hanged on a pillar in front of me. The Dragon began to lick the blood on the eye until it became clear. It moved slowly away from it. I couldn’t wait for its tail to be disappeared I flashed like lightning took the eye and proceeded to take the booklet which was hanging on the pillar within a flash of a second and immediately flew through the gate with the speed of light and landed at the back of my friend wonder.

Luckily, the green-back turtle noticed their discomfort. "Ahem, may I know what you like to find?" It asked in polite tone. Jennet tore her gaze away from the tiny creatures and eyed the turtle. Then, she smiled. "I'm looking for some gifts that wouldn't draw strange attention from people around us including humans." The green-back turtle smothered its non-existent beard. It puffed off more bubbles and said, "Very well. Since you know what you're speaking of, I will show you what you want."

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

And once I found it, wounded and weak, its eyes already changing colours and life almost draining out of it, my heart had clenched. And so I crouched low to its level, brushed my fingers over it and with much gentleness, I carried it to my hands like it were some child before I walked over to a low pavement I could climb. I laid him down gently and then sat beside it before I opened the book in my hands to read. It was titled, “SPELLS AND CHANTS.” As one of my best books, I never stopped reading it and to my younger self, it felt very useful, although many thought of it as fiction.