When I opened the single door at the end of the hall, my breath stuck in my throat. Like most everything else at this school, it was completely not what I expected. All around the walls of the large circular room, the bookcases were set inside live trees that rose four floors to the domed ceiling above. Ravens soared overhead or flitted from tree to tree, and I ducked my head since I stood right underneath them with my precious food. Like the entryway, though, the whole library was immaculately bird-poop free.
Vines and leaves wound around several wooden spiral staircases around the room, and in the middle were several tables of all shapes and sizes also cut from trees but not yet finished. Or maybe they were artistically finished, since several grew out from the trunks with thick roots m
