We can't trust Asher to find Silas. I don't doubt my brother, but who knows how long Silas has had you trapped here? He may be dead.
"He's not dead."
How do you recognize that?
"A sixth sense."
He sat on the floor, placed the stack next to him, fluffed the cushion behind his back, and picked up the first book on top. He quickly opened the page. I sighed; it had been so long since I'd held and read a book. Wait a minute. I touched the books he'd taken out. I knelt down, picked a book from the stack, opened it in half, brought it to my nose, and inhaled.
Adonay laughed.
I looked at him shyly. "It's been so long since I touched my books."
I appreciate what you feel when you smell them. The village children saw me do it one day and threw rocks at me.
"I'll suck them dry," I said, curli
