FROST and FLAMES
“Wow! Eva, have you read all of them?”
“No way! I didn’t even know they exist. Even if I knew I couldn’t have probably read them. They must be in the Polaris language. This is the only book I recognize.” Eva said pulling out a thin long book; it wouldn’t be exactly right to call it a book. It was like a collection of ancient parchment sheets.
“I want to learn the Polaris language, Alex. Then I can read all these books. God knows what secret knowledge they contain.”
“You really haven’t read them despite being alive, I mean despite existing for 500 years,” I asked incredulously.