Chapter Eleven
The collection of books housed in the Library of the Chateau stretched back several hundred years. Each owner had different tastes in literature and it was reflected here in the spines of thousands and thousands of books. All four walls were lined, floor to ceiling. Additional shelving had been set up in the center of the room, creating a wide aisle that directed a visitor’s eyes towards the massive, stained glass window at the end of the room. The window was set into an alcove and in the center of that alcove was a sturdy wooden pedestal. On that pedestal was a massive tome that was easily five inches thick.
Muted shades of blue and gray came through the window. As Beau and Lucy stepped into the room, rain began to spatter against the glass and the light started to fade.
