The smell of mahogany surrounding me, filling the air with warm familiarity. Paper, parchment and spilled ink litter the area where I take each quiet timid step. I am not alone here and yet despite the numerous faces I can visualise over the endless sea of oak, not a sound is loose in the air. Not a breath can be heard. I can hear rain hitting the tall stained glass windows delicately placed in th...

The library was vast and held extensive knowledge. Extensive power. The secrets beyond these pages had been held in place for millennia, no souls had glanced upon the ancient texts this forest of paper retained. One book, one lonely book, on a shelf in a room, alone. Seemed to speak to me, I could feel the cry of it’s existence ringing true in my ears. Then was the books that many have searched th...