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Lore Alemeyu collected stories like the raven that lived above the apothecary hoarded shiny pebbles.
These versions claimed that their ancestors had angered a powerful god, Brokyr. In retaliation, and to humble the humans, he had pulled them through a void, taken them from their rightful world, and banished them to a land of suffering.
She’d read about libraries in her stories, but to see one before her, even in its current state of chaos, was magical.
I, Lore Alemeyu, vow to always keep my gaze to the heavens. I will search and search so that I might be the one to lead my people home to Shahassa, where we belong.
“I don’t see any ladies here. Just a little mouse with a shockingly filthy mouth.”
“My favorite stories are the ones I can escape into. The ones where I can leave behind this bleak existence and be somebody else, even if just for a little while. Someone braver than me. Someone with the power to change their circumstances.”
When she opened her eyes, she spotted a fox sitting at the edge of the garden wall. Its bright, keen eyes followed her back and forth, back and forth.
“Yes, I did.” Finndryl’s voice was quiet as he spoke. “And I’ll kill you for touching her.”
But in books, libraries were the most magical of places, ones that celebrated knowledge and welcomed all.
“We can speak about this more when I return. Just don’t leave m— Don’t leave again.”
“If the price for your power is ink-stained fingers, then I’ll worship this ink. Power is beautiful and, Lore, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,”
