The writing spoke of Alchemical magic. All of the pages—so many pages!—were full of text about Alchemy. My mind would not comprehend it. I’d picked the library at Cahlish clean. Both Algat and Foley had confirmed that there were books on Alchemy in this library here, but neither of them had considered the stargazers. The birds had been here for centuries. Longer than anyone could remember… And all along, they had been the pages of a book.
