I had no sense of time while down in the library. There were no clocks or windows to give me an idea of whether it was still morning or if we had edged our way into afternoon. I assumed it wasn't evening since we hadn't had a visit from Olivia yet, but that was my only indicator. I had made it down four of the thirteen rows shooting out from the center. What I hadn't realized was that for each row coming out from the center, about halfway down the stacks shifted and there were twice as many rows at the back. It was insane how big this place was.
Cicero had been correct in me not being able to figure out how it was organized. I held out hope until about one aisle in. But there were love spells next to ancient witch’s familiar handbooks and at that point I realized I had no hope of figuring
