The Buried Symbol by Jeffrey L. Kohanek

Author:Jeffrey L. Kohanek
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Fallbrandt Press

Judging by the darkening room, it was nearly sunset. After more than an hour of searching, they had scanned the shelves of two of the six suggested aisles. In that time, they had collected twelve books that showed potential.

Brock and Benny each grabbed a pile of books and descended the stairs, heading back to the desk to return the lamps.

“I see that you found a few books to check out,” said the girl at the desk.

“Yes,” Brock replied. “Here are the lamps as well.”

“Hold a minute while I record the books you’re taking.” She read the binding of each book, noting it in a ledger. “I need your name and room number as well.”

“Sure. Brock Talenz. Room 1099,” he replied.

The girl recorded his name and pushed the two stacks of books toward them. Since Brock had other plans, he piled the books into Benny’s arms, to carry back to their rooms. Benny grunted under the weight of the volumes stacked to his chin. Brock held the door as Benny stepped out and scurried down the hall, weaving under the heavy load. As Benny reached the Main Hall, Brock turned and headed the other direction, toward Amber’s room.

During his stroll down the hallway, Brock thought about the pretty girl. The memory of her embrace quickened his heart again. She also seemed quite taken with him since his heroic entrance into her life. In other circumstances, she might not have given him a second look. However, he wasn’t going to worry about it now. He had enough to worry about in supporting her claims against Corbin.

When he entered the narrow hall leading to her room, he saw a crowd of people ahead. A purple cloak was among the blue of novice cloaks. As he neared the crowd, he heard frantic, anxious voices.

“Calm down and go back to your rooms.” The large female in purple told the students.

In groups of twos and threes, girls began to peel away. They were holding each other, clearly distraught. As Brock passed the girls, he noted their blotchy, tear-streaked faces.

With thick arms crossed over her chest, the woman blocked the hall before him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m meeting someone about a project,” he replied. “Her room is just ahead.”

“Which room? What’s her name?” the woman asked.

“Her name is Amber. Room 1034.”

The woman’s stern features softened. She glanced backward and Brock craned his neck to see what she was looking at, noticing that the open door was labeled 1034. Master Varius stepped from the room with her eyes downcast. She looked up and shook her head with sadness in her eyes.

Shock struck Brock so hard, he stumbled backward a step. He then darted forward, passing both women as he ran into Amber’s room. The scene was one he would never forget.

The room was a mirror image of his own room, but with a chair in place of the second bed. On the floor, an open jar lay on its side with pale yellow powder spilling out on the stone tile.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.