The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"
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Run your fingers along the frayed edges of history—here lie suppressed sonnets, banished ballads, love letters sealed by time. Feel the weight of prose too exquisite to survive. These words outlived their authors. Unfold them.
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The Paradox of Us. Chapter 6
The caravel's deck rolled beneath Lucian's knees as the Mediterranean sun burned his neck raw. Before him stood a figure in flowing scholar's robes—the same face from the burning library, but older now, his beard threaded with silver and eyes gleaming with unnatural vitality.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 5
The world dissolved into liquid mercury. Lucian's body fragmented—not painfully, but with the eerie detachment of watching ink disperse in water. The twin chronometers melted into his wrists, their gears sprouting delicate filaments that wove through his veins like roots seeking purchase. He tasted electricity. Smelled burning hair.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 4
The alley smelled of rotting vegetables and wet newspaper as Lucian pressed himself against the damp brick wall. His pulse hammered against the cracked chronometer in his palm—its faint blue glow the only light in the suffocating darkness.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 3
The winding streets of Montmartre smelled of fresh bread and turpentine, of rain-slicked stone and the faint metallic tang of the funicular cables overhead. Lucian's polished oxfords clicked against the cobblestones as he climbed, each step sending a jolt through his still-tender ribs from the crash landing of his last temporal jump. The chronometer beneath his sleeve burned now, its pulse irregular and feverish against his skin.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 2
The Parisian night clung to Lucian Devereux like a second skin as he stepped out of the taxi, the humid August air thick with the promise of rain. The cobblestones glistened under the flickering streetlamps, reflecting the garish neon sign of Le Fantôme Bleu in rippling waves of electric blue. Somewhere in the distance, the Seine murmured its eternal song, while closer at hand, the sounds of jazz and laughter spilled from the club's half-open door like champagne from an overfilled glass.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST MEETING The rain fell in relentless silver sheets over Victorian London, transforming the cobblestone streets into glistening black rivers that reflected the flickering gas lamps above. The air hung thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool, of horse manure and the faint metallic tang of industry that clung to every brick and wrought-iron railing.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Dragon’s Oath: A Tale of Ashes and Roses
Chapter 1: The Bargain The village of Blackthorn was dying. For months, the great black dragon Ignarion had circled their skies, his shadow darkening the fields, his fiery breath withering their crops. The elders had tried offerings—gold, livestock, even their finest wines—but nothing satisfied the beast. Then, one fateful evening, the dragon spoke.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Fiction
