The Night Belongs To Beasts

What A Plague Love Is!

All Books Are In Safe Hands With Me. They're My Children, My Inky Children, And I Look After Them Well. I Keep The Sunlight Away From Their Pages, I Dust And Protect Them From Hungry Hookworms And Grubby Human Fingers.

Dustfinger Closed His Eyes And Listened. He Was Home Again.

The Night Swallowed Him Up Like A Thieving Fox.

Weren’t All Books Ultimately Related? After All, The Same Letters Filled Them, Just Arranged In A Different Order. Which Meant That, In A Certain Way, Every Book Was Contained In Every Other!