The Archive of the Forgotten (Hell's Library #2)

by A.J. Hackwith

Unwritten books were solid, held-together things, awake or asleep. But unsaid words were all fragments, sharp edges, like the shards of stone above their heads. The feeling of a precipice was too great.

Unlike the words of the Unwritten Wing, these words were never meant for anyone but their intended recipient, so the artifacts felt no inclination to change, to demand to be read.

Delicate—not breakable—like a fine blade.