Twelve By Twelve Book Novels & Stories

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.

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The atmosphere in the hospital room instantly turned tense. Ruth trembled in fear and dropped the scalding hot soup all over the blanket. “J-Jenna! Let me explain!” Ignoring her own burns, she rushed over to grab the phone. I stepped back and stared intensely at the child on the screen. He looked just like Miles. Chills ran down my spine. “Is this Miles’ ‘little cousin’ that you’ve been talking about?” Caught red-handed, Ruth sighed and dropped all pretenses. Her expression was filled with sympathy and helplessness as she took my hand and spoke earnestly, “Jenna, please don’t blame Miles for hiding this from you. For four years, Wendy has swallowed her pride and never asked to be official.”

Lex asked. “Well, the Creators kept detailed Family Tree's. Every family does. The book that Mera and I gave you on your Mating Day was for your family tree. If you had looked at it you would have seen that My and your father’s names are written above your name Kar and that Mera and your fathers names are written above your name Lex. So, a new Tree is started every time a couple is Mated. So, when one of the Heads of the family passes the book is then given to that chapter of the Library and put into the database. Before a couple is to be Mated the database is checked to make sure that the bloodlines are not the same. At least that is how it works for Common people.” Shex explained.

“He left something behind.” Lyra tried to rise, but Vale held her still. “Rest.” “I can’t,” she said, breath shallow. “It’s calling me again.” The mark on her hand shimmered faintly — not in pain this time, but in response. A new symbol was forming at its center: a circle with twelve points, glowing white. Vale’s eyes darkened. “The Twelve.” “The Council,” Cassian muttered. “Of course they’d pick now to crawl out of the ashes.”

"The entire family business... I'll put you in charge of it all." "We'll be the most powerful couple in Italy." I pulled my hand away. "Why can't you just tell the truth?" Soren was silent for a few seconds, then dropped the act. "Does it matter?" He looked at me, his usual entitlement written all over his face. "The outcome is good for both of us." I had to be sick in the head, completely crazy, to still be wasting my time on him. I stared at him for a long moment. Twelve years. I had been through twelve years of blood and chaos with him.

What is happening to me? Why am I reacting to him like this? Why him, of all people? Why now, when I should still be grieving the mess my life just became? I curled my hands into my sleeves, staring at the flames like they had answers. One terrifying truth settled in the space between us: Whatever this strange, dangerous pull was… I could no longer pretend I didn’t feel it. And judging from the way he looked at me just now… he couldn’t either. Christmas was going to be a disaster.

He fixes his eyes glasses as he opens his arms in an embracing way, smiling and calling. “Well, well, well just when will this book opens?” Asking, yet taunting a warning, but somehow envy, pictures of the twelve as show and flashes fast in front of him. With the images that resemble the original, yet life spins in different directions o the GOD’s will and wants. This very book and world’s design are slowly consuming his patience for the day to come. “Just open it, shall we open, the book of Dylan?” Drawing his favorite and favorable sinister smile, the past and ticking time of that day, flashes back, as he whispers the same words.

Silas’s Point of View Cardinal Valenki had set it up for me to go to the library I requested and after checking in, someone led me to where I needed to go. I have my reference number for the book stack and number of the book, which was book twelve twelve. I didn’t have an author name or any additional information. I found the stack I needed and the book twelve twelve was wedged between two much larger books, I pulled out the book it was a small leather-bound book with nothing on the cover. I opened the first page and the inner page read. ‘The disbandment of the seven.’

"The apertures were calculated for the full range of the year. Winter and summer. The angles are different but both are correct." "All year," Adrian said. "The library works in all twelve months." Daniel thought about the library in all twelve months — the November honest light and the December prepared warmth and the January stripped-down and the February invisible preparation and the March promise kept and the April first green and the May committed and the June before the opening. All twelve months, the building is doing its work in each one's specific quality. He thought: the library is a twelve-month building. The attending is a twelve-month practice. The life is a twelve-month life.