Eater of Souls: Book Two of the Hand of Perdition by Lynd Erik

Author:Lynd,Erik [Lynd,Erik]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Broken Gods Press
Published: 2016-09-20T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

When Christopher arrived at the Library it was with his best landing yet. He only stumbled a few steps rather than falling face first into the stone. After catching himself on a stone bookcase, he waited a moment for the disorienting vertigo to fade before looking around.

The long hallway and tall stacks of books that made up this section of the Library seemed to be deserted. He could smell the surprisingly comforting fragrance of dusty stone mixed with the faint scent of ancient parchments. He thought he might have gotten the jump on the Librarian for once. The tall, shadowy figure was nowhere to be found. Perhaps Christopher could even sneak up on him for a change. His excitement at the prospect was short lived, however.

"Welcome, oh Great Condemner of the Sinful,” the Librarian said from just behind him.

Christopher jumped forward and almost slammed into a large, solid looking shelf. It seemed to him that the Librarian had said that a little louder than necessary.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me," Christopher said.

"I am not Jesus Christ, and I believe he would prefer to have nothing to do with our little operation. Conflict of interest," said the Librarian.

"Yeah, I bet. Have you found anything?"

The Librarian spun on his heels, if he had any—the dark robe hid his feet, and floated off down the hallway. "Come," he said as though Christopher was an afterthought.

After only a moment’s hesitation Christopher followed after. He wasn't sure how this inter-dimensional library thing worked, but if he was somehow supposed to be the Librarian's boss, the guy sure as Hell didn't act like it.

"Did you find a way to defeat the werehound?" Christopher asked as they made their way deeper into the stacks. The Librarian seemed to be ignoring him.

Suddenly, the rows of shelves opened up to the familiar study area in the middle of the stacks. A long leather couch and several comfortable looking lounge chairs dominated the room, as well as a coffee table and a large desk covered with papers and old books. A fireplace with a large wooden mantle was set in one wall. While the study area looked the same as it had when he saw it before, the shelves that surrounded it looked older, it was obviously in a different section of the Library. Without the Librarian to lead he would never be able to find his way around in here.

"No," the Librarian said.

It had taken him so long to answer that Christopher had almost forgotten that he’d asked a question. His heart suddenly sank. He dropped into the most comfortable chair he could find with a defeated sigh.

"Great. I don't have much time before that thing comes after me again. You were right, it can hunt me down. We got away, but next time... well this might be the last time you see me."

"I said I did not find a way to defeat the werehound, but I did not say I found nothing of use."

Christopher looked up, pulling himself out of the pit of hopelessness he felt himself falling into.

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