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"Ah, *The Library Dragon*. Yes. It's a favorite." Julian nodded once, his gaze not quite reaching hers. He wasn't accustomed to small talk. Not accustomed to this softness. And certainly not accustomed to *lingering*. She waved her hand gently. "It's in the children's section—over here." He followed her through the store, his steps light behind her. The shelves loomed above them like old friends. Motes of dust danced in bars of slanting light from high windows. Lena felt the rise and fall of his breathing behind her—too close, too quiet—but said nothing.

He says, pushing me through the door and into the store. I lead him to the back room where Mrs. B put a bunch of comfortable couches and armchairs as well as lamps for gentle light. Bookshelves line every wall, stacked to capacity with beautiful leather bound books. There's even a bronze, gliding ladder that she doesn't use anymore, but she calls it her pride and joy.

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

Knowledge is power, as they say, and that's what I am aiming for — an upper hand through all these macabre shits. When all of the books finished stamping and it was then encoded through a big ancient looking book, I planned to immediately leave in my stand. Yet, as I was about to took off the last book in her hand, the librarian tightened her grip on the worn leather binding. I frowned, puzzled by her reluctance to release the tome.

You just had to be thrown off your feet. The books in my store were arranged Alpha-numerically, each genre perfectly spotlighted to complement the eye of the inquisitive reader who wants to pick up a book that is different from their usual. For a book hoarder, my store could be seen as a mine filled with undiscovered wealth and mysteries.

There were so many books that all the bookshelves were full, and some of the tables in the center of the library had books piled on it. "We will need to add more bookshelves~." Susan commented and looked back at Madam Pince, who had some tears forming by her eyes' corners. "So many books…" Madam Pince said while taking one hand to her mouth. "Here." Susan spoke, drawing the attention from Madam Pince to her, and picked the big red leather bound book from the little bookshelf under the lectern. She showed the front cover to Madam Pince, who could read on it, written in golden letters engraved into the red leather cover, 'Hogwarts' Library: Book of Records'. Susan then put the book on the lect

They should provide him with what he wants and not disturb him. ‘What I mean to say is don't welcome him.’ But she couldn't say it out loud. She just suppressed her real emotions and smiled at Maria. On the other hand, Nicholas, who went to the library section for the first time, was surprised to see racks filled with different genres of books. Apart from the books, there were many journals and magazines too. Apart from that, there was a lot of information written on the wall in the frames which said how the books were brought here. These books were either second-hand books thrown for waste or were donated by readers. It was the cafe’s way of promoting sustainable consumption which was a gre

he said. “Really?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice. He nodded once. “You’ll see.” I followed him to the library, the scent of old pages and cedar filled the air. To the left, I noticed a new shelf, small, polished, and unlike the grand spiral ones towering around us. My gaze caught on a delicate gold tag at the top: ‘The Juliens.’ My lips curved without meaning to. He set the books down carefully, arranging them as though they were fragile pieces of our story.

“This is a library, Arian.” “I know but…” I started but he cut in. “I’ve been coming to this library for months. It's quiet and it's a good place to work.” I blinked. “You’ve been coming here to work?” Kael leaned against the shelf, crossing his arms. “Since you work in the library you should know by now that it's not good to judge the book by its cover.” “Have you met you? You will also judge the book if you were in my shoes.”

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.