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No, to correct me. “Did you know that the War of Thrones you are currently reading by James Hathwell is actually inaccurate? It is sourced by humans who plainly favor the Gods.” I tried to keep my breathing and voice steady out of respect for him being a Prefect before replying, “Naturally, Ser Orpheus. I was merely curious about the human’s point of view. I have already read most of the credible texts and was completely bored, so I decided to read from other sources, which led me to this section of human-authored texts. Does that clarify my choice for you?”

She walked inside. The game, as she had said once before, on a stage with unsigned papers and two thousand witnesses, was not over. It was just beginning. End of Book One Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk Book Two: The Queen's War — coming soon.

Urban didn’t come back to life nearly as much as Sam or Dean have, but he gave it a valiant effort! I hope you can tell I binge-watched Game of Thrones, too! Much of that series inspired the making of One True Love. I have this strange quirk of wanting to have at least one hero and heroine named for every letter of the alphabet. And I didn’t have a heroine whose name started with a V yet, so that’s how Vienne came about. I chose Vienne above every other V-name out there because of the heroine in the book The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah (that heroine was named Vianne). The Nightingale was the first book my family chose for the book reading group we started together, so that has special mean

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

Rosy fell backwards into the bed, collapsing spread-eagled on the bed, tears already welling up in her eyes. I wonder how Luca is. She thought absentmindedly to herself. Her outstretched fingers grazed something, and she looked at it to see what it was. A book. That wasn’t there before, she thought, sitting up and retrieving the book from between the throw pillows. The book in her hands, she flipped through its yellowish pages, shocked to discover it was the children's book she had with her when she was dumped on the orphanage steps. It wasn't just a copy, it was exactly the same.

After all, it was the Verso Witch who monitored them and provided some semblance of security for them in their precarious, apocalyptic world. After hearing the news about the actions of Bartholomew and his army, Luthias readily agreed to pay a visit to Tod before we continued on. He wanted as much information as he could acquire on where the army was, who they were actually targeting, and how many mutant camps were left for us to worry about on our journey to my awaiting vampire kingdom. I found it amusing to hear Luthias refer to Charles’s kingdom as a vampire kingdom when Verso was indeed the same, but I said nothing as I followed his lead and went to meet with Tod.

My mirror confirmed it for me. “Or did you think of it as something?” No, Kai Petrova. I did not think of it as anything. Maybe I thought of it as something a little. Not in the way he was suggesting, though. To clear my head, I grabbed a book from the study table. I’d gotten it from Kai yesterday. Down with the moon. It was a paranormal/adventure book written by one of Kai’s favorite authors, Christina Ekekwe. He’d suggested it for me after I told him I was bored. So far, it was a great read. Since I had nothing to do around here, I would finish reading it.

However long, wherever it may be, the once-forgotten pain along with destiny will turn back to mock your existence before moving to its next victim. - N.A. Ainsley Katherine, the doe-eyed brunette, was seated peacefully on the downstairs balcony of the modest but spacious manor she lived in. She flipped the pages of the book she was reading while finding deeper meaning in the words that were said on its pages. She thought back to the summer she spent a few years ago, doing nothing but studying the works of Ainsley. His writings seemed to have a way of speaking to her. After closing the book in her hands, Katherine walked to the ledge that surrounded the lower balcony and stared into the sky.

Inside: an archive, lit by red emergency light, dry and cold like a tomb. But it wasn't empty. Books. Shelves of them. Ledgers, documents, parchment bound in rawhide. One stood out: black leather, sealed in glass, with a crimson ribbon falling out like a vein. The Gospel of the Vesper Heir. Scene Three – The Forbidden Scripture Cassian shattered the glass. Amara took the book with gloved hands. Inside: Latin chants Vesper blood rituals Names of “anointed heirs” Symbols matching her mother's necklace And a family tree with one branch burned off entirely

The group gathered around it, wary but undeniably drawn to what lay before them. Myrra was the first to break the silence. “That barrier shattered as soon as Rael’s sword absorbed the last shadow. It was tied to them.” Bram scowled. “Which means whatever’s in that book, they were guarding it. And that never means anything good.” Elior carefully reached forward and undid the clasp, pulling back the cloth to reveal the book’s cover. The leather was ancient, its edges worn with time, but the golden runes across it still shimmered as though freshly etched.