Comic Book Store Eugene Oregon Novels & Stories

"Then no." They worked in easy silence after that. The store was narrow, crammed with secondhand fiction, occult guides, poetry chapbooks, and weirdly specific memoirs no one asked for but somehow still sold. Aria loved it. The smell, the hush, the way time bent in corners when you were surrounded by too many lives stacked on dusty shelves. A box waited behind the counter. Niko tapped it. "From some estate guy. Might be haunted." "Everything in here might be haunted."

she said to herself as she slowly walked back to her own room, "I won't be able to resist tearing him to pieces." The bell above the door jingled loudly as Ean entered "Lawrence's Books". To the outsider, it looked like a typical new age-bookstore, filled with books about feng-shui and astrology, decks of tarot cards, incense and dream catchers. But all of that was just for show - the real store was in a back room, for customers who wanted things like silver bullets, antique spellbooks, unusual custom-made weapons... and information. The Tenumago were old custumers of the store, which had been owned by the Lawrence family for ages. Ben Lawrence looked up as Ean entered, and grinned. Ben was

But somehow, she couldn't take her eyes off it. Rosabella looked up quietly, and this shop was called "Sales of Time." It's a weird name inside of her. Everyone knows that time is priceless and never recovered after it's over. And this store dares to name it part-time. Sell something so priceless, is that okay? So the person who bought it, what's the price?