Edythe Dyer Library Novels & Stories

Sunnydale.. The vast estate, which had once felt like a golden cage, had over time become a world of her own within its grand walls. And it all started with the library. When Edith had first toured her through the huge fortress-like mansion, Grayson's massive library had been the one place that truly captivated her. Towering bookshelves stretched endlessly, filled with countless volumes on history, finance, literature, philosophy, and art. Among the many subjects, the books on art called to her the most.

The scholars retreated to their homes, their minds filled with the day's learnings, their hearts brimming with anticipation for the knowledge the next day would bring. The library remained, steadfast in its purpose, a citadel of wisdom standing tall amidst the evolving landscape of Emeridia. Its walls whispered of stories told and retold, of ideas born and nurtured, of dreams envisioned and pursued. It was more than just a building; it was a testament to the Emeraldian spirit, a reflection of their shared purpose and their unwavering belief in a better tomorrow.

The house was asleep halfway, its walls serious and silent like a theatre on the night before a tragedy that would be played. She got dressed in her own style—gray again. The "ghost thread" dress, they had named it, because it turned her into a ghost when she dressed in it. She complained not. Not going unnoticed today was handy. --- East Wing Library – 7:45 A.M. Leya entered the library by way of the side hallway. No one ventured into the east wing before ten. That left her two hours. She wasn't there to purchase books. She made a beeline for the shelf she had memorized—third from the bottom, where Samuel kept the ledgers and contracts.

THE TIER-O​NE CON‌CES​SION The grand librar‌y of the Vane estate in Westchester was a room built on centu⁠ries of old-world secr⁠e‌ts and shadow enforcement. S​oari‍ng mahogany b‍ookshel‌ves lined the wal‌ls⁠, holding le‌ather-bound vo⁠l⁠umes that date⁠d back​ to the syndicate’s origins in Southern Europe.‌ A massive s‌tone‌ fireplace crackled with‌ a l​o​w, dying fire, casti⁠ng long, dancing shadows across the he‌avy Pers‌ia‌n rugs tha⁠t co‌vered th‍e dark oa‌k​ floorboards.

“I just sat down.” “And now you’re standing up.” Ryden didn’t look up from his food. “Tailor. She’s here to fit you.” “For what, a coffin?” “For gowns,” he said, bored. “You dress like a ghost haunting the laundry room. It’s offensive.” “I work in a kitchen.” “You work for me.” I huffed. “That doesn’t mean I need silks.” “No,” Ryden said calmly. “It means you need to stop looking like a cursed librarian.”

He said nothing, his eyes back to the ground, his golden shimmer hidden from view again. The Foxton Packhouse was just as dark and brooding as I remembered. Mahogany everywhere, dark woven tapestries and brass ornaments. The crowning achievement was its library. Three stories tall, the spine of the packhouse was a feast of books and ancient records. Their knowledge was unsurpassed. “Well Alpha Dex,” she said, leading me up a creaking staircase. “I listened to your kind guidance and investigated Fyrestone’s records on Alpha Eduardo…and yourself. To be clear, I know about the demons we hold on your behalf and that Eduardo practices the humbling punishment. Something he swore to me he found dis

“You have a Scripta Conoscenza.” “Yes, of course. What library is complete without it?” I blink, staring at her, uncertain if she’s teasing me. “This book was written twenty-five hundred years ago.” Darby scrunches up her face, giving her head a little shake. “Probably not that copy. I lent my original out and never got it back. I picked that one up in some burgeoning little town with a funny name—Eblana, I think— on the east coast of Ireland. That copy’s maybe… eighteen hundred years old.”

He released her and opened the doors, “I saved the best for last.” The doors opened and revealed the largest library Eddie had ever seen. The academy and the royal library paled in comparison. “This is our family’s private collection. The heads of the Claiborne’s have been collecting rare books to add to this library for generations. Every head, except for my father, made it a mission to add at least 1,000 books by the time they die.” Alex winked at Eddie, “I’ve already collected 2,000 new books.” “It’s amazing,” Eddie’s mouth hung open as she slowly made her way through the massive library. It had to take up an entire wing of the estate, “Who catalogs all this? Who has access to all this?”

She does not speak for a long moment. “Not kitchen cloth,” she says. “Dye is wrong. We track the dyer.” “Market row?” I ask. “West side,” she says. “Small shop. Big vats. Blue door.” “After we check on Eira,” I say. “After,” she agrees. We stand in the warm quiet of the old archive. Dust floats. Somewhere, a door closes. The sound carries. Selene looks at me. The same look she gave me before dawn. Clear. Decided.

He offered her a drink but she refused. "I've already renovated this mini-library," Dylan said as Edlyn got inside and started looking around at his brand new renovated mini-library. "Wow. It was more beautiful and organized than before. And there's a separate corner for my favorite books," Edlyn was amazed to see that the collection of her favorite books had their own spot and was separated from others. "Yeah. Those books were valuable to you, so they have their own place," Dylan answered. Then Edlyn came over to touch those books. But unexpectedly, she saw a cockroach. She was startled and she even jumped because of fear. She almost fell down but Dylan immediately caught her up.