His nights were filled with the meticulous care of books that breathed—literally. The Flora & Fauna section whispered of rain forests, while the Astronomy books smelled of cold starlight.
(e.g., time travel, loss, or triumph).
"This," Silas said, placing the book on a mahogany table, "is the Story of the Whispering Rain. It is a story that has no beginning and no end, only a middle that lasts forever." ja_jij