Lemari Buku Kayu Kaca Novels & Stories

The wall shuddered—and then split inward, folding open as if inhaling for the first time in centuries. Air rushed out. Cold. Dust-heavy. Scented with old parchment and sealed. Before them opened a vast chamber. Shelves stretched wall to wall, carved from blackened oak and bone. Rows upon rows of books stood untouched, bindings of wolf hide and scaled leather catching the torchlight like distant stars. Casius stepped forward slowly. “Gods,” he murmured. “It’s a library.” Amalia’s breath hitched. “No. The library.” Her voice trembled. “Shadowmere’s.”

Gemma knelt down and struggled for a few minutes to pry up the old floorboard. Sure enough, under a layer of grey dust lay a cracked mirror and an old leather-bound book. “Oh, wow. I see what you mean by it looking creepy. That book reminds me of the book from the movie Evil Dead, but smaller. You think it’s a diary or a grimoire?” “A what?” “A grimoire. A witch’s spellbook. Like a cookbook for spells and potions.” “I don’t know.” Gemma handed the book up to Becky and set the mirror on the bed carefully. “Mind the mirror, it’s broken in the corner.”

Its diamonds glitter as light touches it. We stood up and walked toward its bookshelves. I traveled my fingers through its edges to feel its texture. The curio cabinet with glass doors screams elegance. Master artisan constructed the wood with an antique finish. It contains three drawers of various sizes and six shelves for storing books or display decorations. It has a stylish accent for each living room.