The Canyon Library is a great big affair; until you go inside it looks like a cathedral or mosque or some fancy government building in northeastern Europe. It never stays the same for long, but I rather think it or its keeper likes the minarets the most.
I've only stopped to say I've arrived; hopefully I'll be in and out by Tuesday evening at the latest, but you can never know with these things.
9/11. I have a story or two for that day, if I can remember them.
I have a story, for every occasion.
The previous inquiry no longer stands; instead:
This one, for power: Black roses, Black Pearls, a little kitty-cat smiling, sailing away; Black thunder, black worlds, a mother of sorts avenges her child today.
You get three chances.
Melli, the mother of Kay's godchildren?
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