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I muttered with a look of awe and admiration. It was like stepping into a fantasy library. The walls were soft-tone red with flecks of black and white. Shelves and shelves of books were neatly arranged in a circular manner. In the center was a little table with an unlit scented candle and two rows of beautiful bookmarks. Three chairs were alongside. There was also a coffee maker in the corner and a soft looking couch.

She tapped the page lightly and swung the book toward Maggie, so she could read the page. “Good!” Maggie exclaimed while she rushed to the corner cupboard in the pantry room and returned with a small box. She gently removed the top to expose a neatly packed array of candles and incense. Disappearing back into the pantry room, she returned with an armful of candle holders. Selecting some black candles and a large white candle, Maggie secured them in the holders. Pushing furniture out of her way, she placed the large white candle on the floor in the center of the room and then the black ones in the four corners of the room before lighting a long twig and handing it to Tara.

He really is a businessman. I shake my head in response. “No, the goal is to make the candles available to the people. Besides, I am using the average quality of ingredients. I use animal fat to make these candles. I would only use bees wax for commissions or for carved candles. The ingredients I use are available anywhere and there is no shortage for it. In fact, I can get it for free. So the price of 1 copper is justifiable.” Helio and Olivia were peacefully eating while watching the two of us exchange answers and questions. Whether they are enjoying it or even understanding it, I never knew. The exchange ended with Marcus convinced that my pricing was justified.

"Yes. I wanted to give you something different. Since rose petals are common, I chose spices. Besides, aren't they much healthier?" Sky nodded in agreement. "You are indeed full of surprises. My guess was wrong. But at least, I was right about the candles." "Not really," Louis quickly denied. "You mentioned romantic candles. What I prepared was an aromatherapy candle, and there aren't many. Just one. I remember clearly that you don't like waste, and you like uniqueness." Sky smiled meaningfully. "Is that why you prepared those books? So that our honeymoon will seem unique and different," she pointed to a small shelf placed near the bathtub.

It takes a second for my eyes to readjust from the bright sunshine to the dim, crowded room made dimmer by the haze of the incense smoke. "Well, hello there." The white-haired man looks up from a box of palo santo sticks and bundles of eucalyptus leaves and other herbs. "Back for more, eh? Or something new this time, perhaps?" "Same old, same old," I say. He nods and pulls down a stack of books from a shelf behind the counter. "Plenty more to choose from," he says, spreading them out on the countertop for me to parse through. "Funny how popular this subject has grown. I may move these out with the rest of the books." His eyes flicker to the large bookcase in the corner of the room next to a

Really, it had all the trappings of a nice hotel room, with a vintage seaside charm. However, the bed, or the amenities of the little shack weren't what had me captivated. The room was filled with burning candles. They were in the windows, on every ledge and counter in the space. Tall pillar candles, tea candles, column candles, and candles in little jars. It smelled like sea salt and cologne, the way I was used to Rowan smelling. I breathed it in deeply.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.