The Library At Mount Char Novels & Stories

Guasparre asked. I nodded, “It would make it easier to focus, yes.” I wasn’t expecting the workspace to be a huge library, but it was a wonderful place to be in. The library was deeper into the mountain compared to the rest of the house, with a cave like pathway lit up by sunlight falling in through holes in the walls and roof. It was such an intimate and cozy place. There were large lamps hanging at different heights from the ridiculously high ceiling carved into the mountain rock. It smelled unexpectedly sterile and clean, with only a hint of damp rocky scent. I could hear the calming waterfall here, though, and a light trickling of running water behind the walls. Vases of various sizes we

“But I do not sense him there now. I am sorry, but I cannot see a vision of his current position.” My heart sinks, and I turn to Cassian. “We’ve come all this way, and he’s already gone.” “Maybe we’ll find a clue in the library,” he tells me. “We know he was here, and he’s too arrogant to not leave a trail.” “I hope so.” We make the trip up the mountain path leading to the Holy Library on foot, the path being too small to support even our smallest wagon. As we turn a corner, we spot the library up ahead, but something blocks our path.