“How should I know? Death. Destruction. Chaos. Same as the rest of the Unseelie.” “What would you want if you were a book?” “I’m different, and that’s easy. I’d want to not be a book.” “Maybe you’re not so different. Maybe it wants also to not be a book.” “It has other forms. It’s the Beast, too.” “Has the Beast ever harmed anyone? Don’t you think it would if it could? Isn’t that its nature?” I studied his back, pondered his words. “You’re saying the Beast is only glamour. That like any Fae, it creates illusion.” “What if its only true form is a book? One that can’t walk, or talk, or move, or
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