I curled into what became my favourite place in the library: a massive, dark brown couch near the fireplace, a couch with cloud-soft cushions that resembled a swanky hotel’s mattresses, and pulled open the thick, leather-bound book beside me. It was the third time I"d read through it, but every time I finished, I felt as though I had missed something. As a result, I would put it down and come back to it at a later time.
It was later, and back into my hands the book went.
Rain lashed against the windows, the thunder"s rolling shook Drac"s manse right down to the foundations; it was such an old house and I thought it would crumble beneath us. The fire helped to keep the chill out of my bones. Drac had rightly surmised that I was accustomed to my inner fire over the long millennia; without
