Quote Man: book one: The beginning

seems lifelessly, lacking all kind of colors, boneless, withered. Lying in my hands as I am trying to figure out the bookstore I was instructed to drop him, I believe therein

and lays him just like a delicate thing at the foot of the entrance and take up my former form, waiting for the scene to kick off. It's like a pause, for as soon as I take my form, people are back, but in ones not twos or more. Nobody yet still notice him for moments, he can't die anyway, th

e floor, crawling away on his hands at his back, trembling, stammering and nebbish, till he gets further enough does he stop to know what's before him. He hesitates a moment, checks his surro

Adam said, I remember. I walk around, the books are indeed too much and in different sections, I try to locate where I was ordered to place the book, but it's conceal. No one apart from the boy will be able to find it, even if by His will they

am given the permission, but without that, on the surface, if he is after the boy will surely slow things down. I didn't really possess a free feel to harm myself, to believe in God which is the best if I want, to help others, to be a good man and others, but was only equip for this journey, I hope the very first moment I am given the permission to use this free will, I won't make mistakes like mankind. As for the adult, what does he mean by "...go home and cry, you will feel good and know what to do...?" I really want to understand, maybe then I can be of help wheneve

s and sobs and sobs till the man comes in again. "Your wounds..." He is so surprise that he can only mention his wounds, well, it's illogical to be that freely despite those wounds. "Well kid, honestly, at the first sight I thought you're gone for, I mean, you're dead. Second, how do you got to my doorway? I want to believe someone brought you there, but who ever might be, maybe you know the person, it's better he had took you to the hospital instead, or there is a reason, maybe, a little secret? Third, you wake up too soon, I thought you're unconscious, and probably will be up by tomorrow. Fourth, you're up, but seems so perfect, and bewildering enough, you're definitely healthy, except those deep marks on you. See, I am lost, never seen this before, I clearly have no idea what going on kid, maybe you do?" He said, taking a seat beside him. Brahim raise his head but slowly, reve

He takes the book, looking unusually curious and delighted all the same, turns over and over the book back covers, stare long into each cover, caresses it, you should been here, he can't wait a bit to flip through, to possess it, to use it, that's all his emotional display right away. He opens it with agitation, get more curious and flip through the pages. Only to find it empty inside, finding only two titles across the whole book. He chuckles and say. "I love this book, I will get it, it's insane. Quote on one hand as a title with nothing and Narrations as the other title, that also with nothing, it's insane, maybe one have to use it specifically, maybe I can use it, to write down some notes. Besides the design is

as the book, so happy. They have a little more chat about life, abo