The library she loved was the night library, the ill-frequented library, the library of re-shelving and solitude and the occasional devoted reader. In the fashion of a true libratical purist, the High Director instated a moratorium on all natural light within the Patchwork Branch (to “best preserve the texts”) but, nevertheless, during the daylight hours, the insidious sun still diffused himself in, heedless of smothered windows or the Director's decrees. Only after sunset was the library truly dark, though, by Guild custom, it remained publicly open. In these hours, Iconine Iconine's hours, a lantern provided the only companionship required.Come back tomorrow for more!
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Past Due (Part 7)
Posting from sunny San Fran. (Is that taboo, by the way? To call it San Fran?)