dodged a spider web and smiled as Adram got hit in the face with it,
“So why are we in the basement?” Marshall was dodging spider webs a lot more efficiently than Adram, who looked like he may have just swallowed a spider,
“Because, if there’s kids upstairs the Librarian will be down here. Normally Librarians like attics but if you remember from the outside, this place doesn’t have one. She could also be in hibernation because she had staff walking about upstairs. Or did the great Texas Ranger miss that?”
“I…”
“Laughing can get you killed. There’s so many supernaturals that look like children but could eat you in one big gulp. You really can’t let your guard down.” There wasn’t any man eating children yet, but I wanted to freak him out. Saying that thought I had once mistaken a goblin for a five year old. It was only from the back and by the time I got closer, I could definitely smell the difference.
“Ok, I get the point.”
“I’m sorry. I just don’t like being laughed at.”
“Come on children. We need to get this done sooner rather than later because I’m getting dust and spider poop on my Armani.” Adram was such a clothes whore.
The walls were filled with old shelving that where covered from floor to ceiling with books. This was obviously the occult section. I could practically feel the darkness oozing from some of them. The deeper we went, the older the books got until scrolls were lined up neatly in their allocated sections. Who knew the Dewey Decimal Classification system was made up by demons? It certainly explained a lot.
“What do you want? I thanked you for the removal of those things didn’t I?” An old woman shuffled from the darkness. Her body enclosed in a cloak that dragged along the floor. The hump on her back and hooked nose made her look like a witch from a fairy tale. Her fat arse made her look like Beyoncé!
“We need help Margareet.” Adram smiled. I inched closer, not really wanting to get in eating distance. This old woman wasn’t all she seemed,
“Who might we be?” Librarians had a thirst for information and hopefully I could use that to get out in one piece,
“Marshall Walker ma’am, pleased to meet you.” Marshall held out his hand but she moved unnaturally fast and before he could jump, her clawed fingers were scrapping over his chin,
“It’s been a while since I have seen beauty such as yours.” She drooled, she actually drooled,
“Thanks.” I muttered.
“Ask your questions and be quick. The library is about to close, and I need my beauty sleep.” She shuffled towards a large oak chair and snuggled her arse into it. She looked so small sitting in it. Why did she need such a big chair? Her arse wasn’t that big and her hump fit fine.
“What do you know of Clockwork?” Nothing better than getting straight to the point. Adram winced at my bluntness but the place gave me the heebie-jeebies. Even the cockroaches were scuttling in the opposite direction,
“I know many Clockworks. Be specific.” She scraped her claw on the arm of the chair peeling off splinters of wood,
“The one that’s been kidnapping teenage girls! The one that’s shipped them to this country! The one that’s got my daughter!” Marshall was shouting and Margareet’s eye started to twitch,
“I’m sure Marshall here didn’t mean to disrespect you Margareet, oh great and powerful Librarian of East Street.” Adram bowed and was making a show, only because he didn’t want to get eaten,
“That particular Clockwork is here but I cannot see him. His name appeared in the census a week ago.”
“Do you know what he is?” I was curious,
“Let me see.” She almost flew across the floor to a book that was open on an ornate wooden stand. It was twice the size of her and yet she skimmed through the pages as if it was a pocket book, “Unknown elf.” Then she slammed the book shut making dust explode everywhere.
“That doesn’t help much.”
“He
“So why are we in the basement?” Marshall was dodging spider webs a lot more efficiently than Adram, who looked like he may have just swallowed a spider,
“Because, if there’s kids upstairs the Librarian will be down here. Normally Librarians like attics but if you remember from the outside, this place doesn’t have one. She could also be in hibernation because she had staff walking about upstairs. Or did the great Texas Ranger miss that?”
“I…”
“Laughing can get you killed. There’s so many supernaturals that look like children but could eat you in one big gulp. You really can’t let your guard down.” There wasn’t any man eating children yet, but I wanted to freak him out. Saying that thought I had once mistaken a goblin for a five year old. It was only from the back and by the time I got closer, I could definitely smell the difference.
“Ok, I get the point.”
“I’m sorry. I just don’t like being laughed at.”
“Come on children. We need to get this done sooner rather than later because I’m getting dust and spider poop on my Armani.” Adram was such a clothes whore.
The walls were filled with old shelving that where covered from floor to ceiling with books. This was obviously the occult section. I could practically feel the darkness oozing from some of them. The deeper we went, the older the books got until scrolls were lined up neatly in their allocated sections. Who knew the Dewey Decimal Classification system was made up by demons? It certainly explained a lot.
“What do you want? I thanked you for the removal of those things didn’t I?” An old woman shuffled from the darkness. Her body enclosed in a cloak that dragged along the floor. The hump on her back and hooked nose made her look like a witch from a fairy tale. Her fat arse made her look like Beyoncé!
“We need help Margareet.” Adram smiled. I inched closer, not really wanting to get in eating distance. This old woman wasn’t all she seemed,
“Who might we be?” Librarians had a thirst for information and hopefully I could use that to get out in one piece,
“Marshall Walker ma’am, pleased to meet you.” Marshall held out his hand but she moved unnaturally fast and before he could jump, her clawed fingers were scrapping over his chin,
“It’s been a while since I have seen beauty such as yours.” She drooled, she actually drooled,
“Thanks.” I muttered.
“Ask your questions and be quick. The library is about to close, and I need my beauty sleep.” She shuffled towards a large oak chair and snuggled her arse into it. She looked so small sitting in it. Why did she need such a big chair? Her arse wasn’t that big and her hump fit fine.
“What do you know of Clockwork?” Nothing better than getting straight to the point. Adram winced at my bluntness but the place gave me the heebie-jeebies. Even the cockroaches were scuttling in the opposite direction,
“I know many Clockworks. Be specific.” She scraped her claw on the arm of the chair peeling off splinters of wood,
“The one that’s been kidnapping teenage girls! The one that’s shipped them to this country! The one that’s got my daughter!” Marshall was shouting and Margareet’s eye started to twitch,
“I’m sure Marshall here didn’t mean to disrespect you Margareet, oh great and powerful Librarian of East Street.” Adram bowed and was making a show, only because he didn’t want to get eaten,
“That particular Clockwork is here but I cannot see him. His name appeared in the census a week ago.”
“Do you know what he is?” I was curious,
“Let me see.” She almost flew across the floor to a book that was open on an ornate wooden stand. It was twice the size of her and yet she skimmed through the pages as if it was a pocket book, “Unknown elf.” Then she slammed the book shut making dust explode everywhere.
“That doesn’t help much.”
“He
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