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There was a scattering of ancient books, their pages bleached and damaged by exposure to water and sun through the gaps in the roof. “Oh, no,” I mourned the loss and immediately began to gather the books from the floor and stack them, closed, on the tabletops. Many were mouldy and heavy with damp, and I did not honestly know whether closing them was preserving or irreparably damaging them, and yet there was no space to spread them all open, and all I could do was lift them up above the ground in the hope that would be enough to dry them. “Spell books,” Aien commented as he helped me. “It’s unwise to leave them open.”

“This world is definitely underdeveloped” Mane sighed as he looked over the information he had been given. Dan arrived at his room only minutes ago to complete the final transfer. Yes, you heard right – final transfer. Mane assumed that the books were well compiled sources of information, but he was wrong. Sure they were called books just like in other worlds, but these so called books were just large sheets of paper bundled together and held by a very long string! The sheets weren’t light and crispy like what Mane was used to, rather they were hard and heavy and it was difficult to carry more than a few dozen at once. Dan delivered seven different bundles of these ‘books’. He had taken almo

Two of the shelves had nails sticking out of the boards, a safety hazard for children. The books were in worse condition. They were yellow, old, and bug-bitten. Most of them were impossible to read with the faded letters and crinkled pages. All of them were dated two or three decades ago. The textbooks were completely obsolete and useless, while the storybooks were a few pages short. “The school has been looking for sponsors, or just anyone to adopt it.”

I didn’t like how much I had been pushed down by being a human’s mate. Though, I had told them not to say a word about it to anyone, but I was sure that it was only a matter of time for the news to reach every individual in the pack. I wasn’t looking forward to that at all. My eyes schemed the rows of books that had a purifying liquid on its case. It was a self-cleanser to make it easy for the workers to keep the library pure and clean. In a space of thirty minutes, Tennessee was back with his hand full of books. He looked quite flustered as he handed them over to me. I was going to make sure that I poured through each and everyone of it.

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

"Okay first of all, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, the reason why business isn't moving is because no one is interested in reading boring old books anymore? This is what people are into these days, okay? News, gossip, all that juicy information. Besides, if there's anything anyone would want to know about everything there is to know, it's all up in the internet already so you see, no one really cares that much for books anymore. Just boring old librarians" Wilma came, letting me in on the sad truth but of course, I wasn't one to back down on the things I believed in. "You know, I'm pretty sure there are lots of people like me, who think the good old times were better when one

--- 10:03 AM – Swamped Lot, South End Water still collected under the bridge, not deep but cloudy. Mud here was sticky, refusing to let go of the soles of their boots. A boy pointed at a submerged cabinet. "There were books inside. Kuya said they float." Elira squatted beside him. "Some do. Some resist." Caelan delivered a plastic crate. "Dry what we can. Stories get second chances as well." Half the books were salvaged by noon—wrinkled from water but in one piece. Volunteers giggled over damp covers, coming up with new titles. The Mysterious Case of the Mushy Notebook.

“They’ve scrubbed the house clean of anything that smells like the past.” Lira leaned against the bedpost, a devious glint in her eyes. “Well... the main library has the 'official' history books, which are probably ninety percent propaganda,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “But if the books are useless, we go to the source. The living libraries.” I arched an eyebrow, my interest piqued. “The living libraries?”