Quiet please

The cavernous chamber rose three levels to a pitched, glass ceiling. Covered in layers of soot and bird droppings, the skylight offered little light. At floor level, massive desks lined the room. Dusty study lamps, long dark, sat forlornly on the tabletops. Rolling ladders hung from rods above bookshelves running the length of the walls … Continue reading Quiet please


piles of old books

Sitting among the old and crumbling books, Jacob lovingly laid his hand on the tallest stack sitting on a wooden cart. Sounds of marauders filtered through the hundreds of shelves of abandoned stories. The raucous ruins now the antithesis to his once somber and silent sanctuary. The last remaining phantom library, the Grand Canton Repository … Continue reading Repository


box of marquee letters

“Welcome to the Ivory Quill, let me know if there is anything I can help you find.” With that greeting, Seshat, the store owner, left me to browse her antique letter shop. I'm in the word business, and I needed a new supply of serifs, calligraphs, blocks and gothics. There aren't many of us WordSmiths … Continue reading WordSmith