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Good girl ...

He gently pushed the book was the girl who would only have fourteen. It was a large book, bound in black leather. He opened the clasps, lifted the lid and looked at the title: The book of black magic.

"Take it," said the salesman. "Look inside."

She turned the pages

"It's like a diary. But it is a journal right? "

He shook his head

" Not exactly "

She took it, weighed enough.

"is to get lalarle a book that at first glance seemed so powerful? Still ... needed it should be yours.

"I accept, of course. "Billet hard pressed against his chest," So what now supposedly is mine? "

" Yes "something shone in his eyes so far off of that man" Now it's all yours "

When he realized he had left store, she felt dizzy. Everything had happened too fast Does this book would be the answer to your problem? But still I kept spinning the glow peered into the eyes of one master. He turned for a last look at the store.

The store was gone.

Tara has steppedCIA after "I was not?! Does all this had been a dream? Suddenly felt the weight of books in the backpack in which he had put before leaving enigmatic site. Decided that if he was or was not that store now that it did not matter, what mattered is that now the book would be his. His alone, and could get what they both wanted him.

started running towards his house was empty. As always. Hurriedly took off his shoes and slipped into her room with incredible speed took off his backpack. He sat on his bed and pulled the book was not very big, but heavy, as if hypnotized stroked the skin of the roof. Their hands dirty sweaty from nervousness pure silver clasps to open it. El only sound that seemed to exist in the world was his breathing, including the Canary Islands at this time neighbor who always had stopped gurgling happily, even the wind is always blowing in your window at night making noises that were frightening was silent even the noise that his lamp was normally left off. Tara

brushed a lock of black hair after putting his left ear. His hands trembled. He turned the pages.

Blank. They were in a yellowish white, making him understand that this book was much older than it was designed to see on the excellent conditions he encountered.

He put the unruly lock of pelyou tonight, my uncles

ones ... "

Tara's parents died when she was a baby just two years, a crazy drunk with a gun in trembling hands, that's really a horrible combination

When they died, leaving behind a little girl who hardly knew the family speak well of them decided it would be inappropriate for a family member stay with the small, was better than they were family, so at least the girl would be happier and would be forever among his own right? They chose her mother's sister and her husband, about this couple was the age of the deceased parents of the child. Win the sympathy of a two year old is easythe ears of his third cousins, which until now had been caring for a very loving

"My God, what were you thinking? I do not know exactly what you're doing, but it is impossible that all this is coincidence Tara How have lost the wisdom of that? "The girl looked at them in his intense blue eyes, like a pair of sapphires gleamed pure evil

"Sanity?" repeated, hissing, sipping house syllable "Oh, dear. For starters, I do not remember ever having such a useless thing "

did not do anything because I wanted to, but still continued to use the book, and they did not dare to say never anymore than that.

But one day, did not know civen the

03/20/2006

Well, well. This course is a class exercise, the truth is that the result is not quite like me but when I read it before my class liked them so I thought hang here u-ú.

The first, until the man says this "I mean it" is not mine, so we gave the book to tell us to do a story from the beginning. I hope you liked it, and I'd like to ask-for fa, and fa, please, "a small review would do me quite happy!

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C Lanier