Faith
“Asher…” I could help the wonder in my voice as I glanced around at what he had called the inner sanctum. The words he had used had made me think of something small and cosy but the room couldn’t be further from the truth.
It must be at least a quarter of the whole sprawling building. The floor intricate mosaic tile, detailing a detailed picture I was dying to explore more. Book shelves stretched floor to ceiling. Stuffed with books , and not just dusty leather bound tones either, brightly coloured paperbacks in various languages were nestled between the older looking books.
“Asher this is….” Hovering at his shoulder I stared around in awe. No wonder he had been secretive about it, proud even.
It was spectacular.
“Surprising?” There was something in his voice I couldn’t quite
