Dream Guy by Clarke A.Z.A;

Author:Clarke, A.Z.A; [Clarke, AZA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Published: 2016-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Know Your Enemy

There had been a certain grim inevitability to Karabashi’s response, Joe thought. Now he needed more information.

“What evil was breeding in him?”

“Eidolon had acquired great power. He had become Grand Vizier to the sultan, and he used this position of command purely for personal gain. He took revenge on those he felt had obstructed him. He orchestrated the downfall of anyone he believed was his enemy. He sated his own unpleasant appetites in a hundred different ways, and he had many unpleasant appetites. He enjoyed watching the suffering of others in both body and mind. He wrote of all this, of all the means he had at his disposal in his own world and in that of his dreams to torture anyone he considered a threat and many that he did not consider any threat at all, but were too insignificant for notice. He wrote of all this with pride. You may read it, if you wish to accompany me to the library in the palace.”

Joe agreed, and they went into the streets of Stamboul, climbing until they arrived at an unobtrusive door in a great white wall. Karabashi unlocked it and held it open for Joe.

They went through walled courtyards and along corridors, up some stairs and around corners. Snatches of conversations and songs and wrangles accompanied their passage through the back ways of the great palace. Joe heard the cries of children and the calling of nursemaids, the slap of wet cloth as they passed the steaming laundry, hammering, the sizzle of cooking, gusts of laughter and the gurgle of fountains mingled with women’s giggles. As they neared the library, the sounds died away, apart from the ever-present murmur of water.

The library was a huge, shelved cavern, protected from external light, cool and dim. On the shelves were ancient books bound in tooled leather, some tiny enough to fit into the palm of the hand, others huge tomes that would need more than one man to carry them. There were also scrolls and maps and paintings and all the tools for book-binding—the knives and scissors, needles, thread and stamps, paints, ink, brushes, pens and all the paraphernalia associated with making books. The place smelled of glue and spirit, leather and fresh paper, a heady mix as though all the knowledge contained on the pages of the books created there could be inhaled simply by standing in the center of the room.

A skeletal man who towered over Karabashi approached them. He bowed and indicated that Karabashi should follow him. Joe and the scholar were seated at a table. Then a lamp on a stand was brought over. Only after it had been lit was the book they had come to examine brought to them.

It was very ordinary compared with the rest of the library’s tomes, scrolls and manuscripts. No exquisite miniatures colored with lapis lazuli and gold graced its pages. It was a simply bound volume about the size of a paperback.

Joe picked it up and went immediately to the back of the book and started reading the text.

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