Eastern Washington University Library Hours Novels & Stories

Eirika said and saw as her friends exchanged glances. "Things are a little different here in the East now…" Toby said after clearing his throat. "What?" Eirika asked, glancing from one to the other. "We are experiencing quite a significant inflow of werewolves and evenings around here are not what they used to be…." "Oh, my God," Eirika said. "Yup, even within the campus. The party stops at 6 p.m. now… I know, dreadful!" "Sorry, the only wild nights we get these days, happen in our apartments," Nina said in resignation.

They stood in the reading room at seven-fifteen. The library was empty. The staff would arrive at eight-thirty, the Tuesday's second day beginning at nine. In the interval — the hour and fifteen minutes of the building alone with its first night passed, the day before absorbed into the building's beginning, the reading room holding the residue of the twelve who had stayed for over an hour and the sixty-three who had ascended and the forty-one pauses on the fourth tread. Miriam was looking at the southeast corner.

I’d spent several days trying to figure out how to get into the archive room. Two staff members worked there from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. From nine until the end of their shift, the room's large windows were always open. That was my only chance: during lunchtime.

Natasha was already on the screen at the far end, her credential paperwork open in a window beside her face. "Thirty-six hours to the open-evening," the liaison said. He laid a floor plan across the table, the institute's east wing marked in two colors. "Public access starts at seven. Reduced staff in the residential corridor from eight. That's the window." "How wide," Elara said. "Forty minutes, conservatively. The tour groups clear the east wing by eight-twenty. After nine, security normalizes." She looked at the marked corridor. Mira's room was at the end of it.

The rain was hitting the tall windows of the Cedarville Public Library like handfuls of gravel. Owen sat at the front desk, scrolling through the late return fees on his computer monitor, the blue light reflecting off his wire-rimmed glasses. It was 8:47 PM on a Friday. The library stayed open until nine on Fridays, a policy Owen had never understood. Nobody came in on Friday nights. Nobody except the rain and the quiet.