((The Wednesday Triple: page 2 of 3))
Another tremor arrived, but it was more noticeable this time, because a crashing sound followed it, as well as a whole lot of rustling paper.
Emiliana and Germal both looked out over the anciently baroque handrail, searching for the source of the commotion amongst the layered sea of bookcases. They couldn’t find it, but the noise never quite died down, only lessened to a background murmur.
“What do you think that was?” Emiliana asked as they continued on.
“At a guess, I would say the Library ate someone just now,” said Germal, “but... then again, perhaps not. It is not usually so aggressive.”
She squinted. “Are you saying that it normally eats people in an unaggressive manner?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. The Library usually consumes you via a kind of hypnosis. You begin reading, and then... you simply never stop. The desire to continue reading overpowers all others in your mind, even thirst and hunger and rest. And with every bit of knowledge you discover, with every new secret you unlock, a small part of your soul is overtaken by the Library. In the end, I suppose, you do learn all of the Library’s secrets. The only problem is that, by that point, you’ve become part of the Library.”
That sounded awfully familiar, Emiliana felt. “How do you know so much about it?” she asked.
“The acquisition of delicate information is my trade,” said Germal.
“...That is not an answer.”
“Alright, fine, Gohvis told me.”
The noise from before resurged and stole their attention again. This time, it sounded closer.
“You have heard the Library make these sounds before?” Emiliana asked.
“Yes, but only once. Gohvis had just discovered this place, and the Library was upset that it could not eat him. But that was years ago, and--”
A brown shade appeared, and then Ibai Blackburn was standing there next to her. “Hello, Em!” he said, all smiles. “Isn’t this place great?!” He had a whole stack of books under one arm.