Umberto Eco Novels Novels & Stories

𓅪 THE TALE OF ECHOR A few thousand years ago there were two worlds connected. This is the world of Earth and the world of Echor. The world of Echor has three types of creatures inhabited by Elves, Dwarves and Muggles. Meanwhile, on Earth there is a creature called man. Fun, abundant and full of laughter envelop the two worlds. But along with the change of time, so does the change of man's behavior. They learned to be greedy, to be selfish and to be oppressive.

He looked at Elian — this man who had written his interior in a novel and read it back to him at a kitchen table on a Portuguese island, without drama, without ceremony, just as the accurate description of a thing. "One hand around his coffee cup," Dante said. "The other resting on the table." "Yes," Elian said. "Close but not touching," Dante said. "Yes," Elian said. Dante put his hand on the table. He moved it across the manuscript, across the three hundred and forty pages of the thing that had grown here — across the garden novel, the Bucharest novel, the Euler novel, the love story novel — and put it over Elian's hand. "Close," Dante said.

As she was scanning for books that would interest her, she found a peculiar one on the top part of the shelf that seems to be purposely hidden from their sight. ‘what is that? Did father bought a new classic?’ With the strange book piquing her interest, she found a taller stool to stand upon and laboriously reaching the velvety green looking book in the farthest side of the top shelf. ‘Almost there. A little bit more….’ “Uhhh, what are you doing?” The sudden question shocked Utopia, resulting of her to lose her balance and landing on her butt pitifully. Shuffles of feet and clothes, along with the groans of pain from the princess was heard inside the library.

muttered Sumico excitedly. Sumico went on taking a look at Hanny’s other romance novels one by one until she reached a book – not a novel, but it got the similar size with a novel. The title was tickling, somewhat queer, strange, and scary. Sumico turned the book back to read the synopsis for a while.

She gave him a cold shoulder and continued her hunt before fishing out a book, amused by the title because Nicholas isn’t a man who encourages romance novels. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. Don’t tell her, he has hidden interests? She opened the book to see a note inside, written in Italian by Nicholas and a smile adorned her face as she saw his neat handwriting. Nicholas frowned as he moved closer to her, confused about her choice of novels. He thought she is more into Love & Gelato than The Name of the Rose. His suspicions got cleared after few seconds as Clarissa closed the book with a thud and put it back in it’s place, rolling her eyes in disgust.

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Suede stood beside her and maintained the rhythm of the silence without demanding explanation. At the antiquarian bookshop three buildings down, Elena found a worn copy of La Coscienza di Zeno—a novel she had read twice in different lives; once for satisfaction, once to erase memory. Suede pulled out a half-century-old atlas, opened it to a map of Eastern Europe, then closed it again with the careful hands of someone afraid of leaving traces of longing on the page. Both items changed hands. Dante’s black card completed its function. ✘ ✘ ✘

he said. "Thank you, this is our haven from the hands of the enemy," I replied. "You're right. So, I'll let you know if there's a message from Claire," he said and left me. When Heath was gone, I opened my suitcase and took the only book I brought with me. The Name of a Rose, written by the Italian author Umberto Eco. I haven't even finished from the prime. I couldn't face reading it because of too many works in Paris. I turned to the page where I placed the bookmark.