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Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting
Doesn’t sound good,” Fric agreed, and uneasily surveyed the library.In the labyrinth of shelves, monsters both human and not abided said, “You open a door to them, and then, with one wrong word, you might unintentionally ... invite them in.”“In here, to Palazzo Rospo?”“You might invite one of them into you, Aelfric. When invited, they can travel by
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between the covers of so many books. Perhaps one beast prowled not in those paper worlds but in this one, breathing not ink fumes but air, waiting for a small boy to find it along one turning or another of those quiet aisles.“The dark eternity. The bottomless abyss, the darkness visible, and all that dwells there,” the guardian elaborated. “You were lucky, son. It didn’t talk to you.”“It?”“What you called ‘the pervert.’ If they talk to you, they can wheedle, persuade, charm, sometimes even command.”Fric glanced at the tree again. The angels seemed to be watching him, every one.“When you press star sixty-nine,” the guardian said, “you open a door to them.”“Who?”“Do we need to speak their sulfurous name? We both know who I mean, do we not?”Being a boy with a taste for fantasy in his reading, in which he could watch everything from kid flicks to R-rated monster fests, with an imagination stropped sharp by solitude, Fric was pretty sure he knew who was meant.The caller