The Unseelie King (The Kings Book 6) by Killough-Walden Heather

Author:Killough-Walden, Heather [Killough-Walden, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Minerva moved from one bookshelf to the other, and as she stood at the foot of each one, she craned her neck and looked up. And up and up.

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered, running her hand over her face in bewilderment. She was so lost. She hadn’t been able to keep up with the twists and turns of the palace as Titania had walked her here. The castle was so vast, it was impossible. The gods only knew where the nearest bathroom was, should she need it. To top it off, the library itself, a tiny portion of the castle, was a maze of preposterous proportions in and of itself.

She dropped her hand and turned around in the room, taking it all in. The Unseelie Castle library was a parody of large libraries. She felt a little bit like Belle from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, gazing up at the plethora of spines with their unreadable titles gilded in gold and other precious metals. There were even ladders. There were twelve of them, in fact, just in this room alone.

The library was actually composed of a large number of rooms, all of them several stories high, and Minerva had yet to explore but two of them. The first had comprised of a wondrous double door entrance. It opened onto a foyer where bits of all of the rooms could be seen, like an endless mansion of magnificent literature that curved off into the distance and went as far as the eye could see. The lighting was provided by pendant chandeliers that hung from a ceiling so high above, Minerva would wager it was at least five stories high. The chandeliers dangled from ropes of what looked like spider’s silk, thin and shimmery. Ever-burning fae candles shed rainbow light and lent a soft yellow glow that was then prismed through endless crystal shards that hung from the pendants, lengthy and lean, some as much as two feet long.

Plush seating arrangements awaited weary bodies and open minds, and book stands waited, with attached bookmarks, for any larger tomes that one might not wish to hold in their lap.

The second room was much the same, sporting the same marble flooring shot through with bits of gemstone and gold, walls of books, and soft, warm lightning.

Minerva decided to move on into the third and give up on figuring out what the actual books on the shelves comprised. Most likely, they were in a language she wouldn’t comprehend anyway. Of course, she could always wish to comprehend them…. No, it doesn’t work that way, she reminded herself. A Wisher acts in vengeance. Remember? I can only cast wishes in anger, she thought as she moved quickly through the second room toward the third room’s arched entry.

An odd, lonely feeling moved through her, and she hugged herself. “Maybe that’s not true,” she whispered, attempting to console herself out loud. But it didn’t help much, and her pace slowed with an oncoming sense of exhaustion.

She had already been on edge.

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