The Librarian of Souls by Ash Raven EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Ash Raven
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal Werewolves & Shifters Romance
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Augustine
2752 days
The seventies were a disgusting era of interior design. The 1970s, that
is. I am quite fond of the 1870s design choices. The grandeur of it all,
how the decor could overwhelm the senses in such a deliciously satisfying
way. Haughty socialites would gawk and squawk about the distance that
piece had travelled or how much Lord Barrington had paid for that
particularly risqué statue in his study. The era was rife with jealousy and
greed and such glorious indulgence. They had their faults as well, but the
Maximalist style is much better suited to my tastes.
Yellowing linoleum and buzzing fluorescent lights do not, however, suit
me. The parish centre basement for Our Lady of Mercy was last renovated
in 1976 and truly, it shows. Orange, faux wood panelling lines one wall and
against the adjacent is a faded, tobacco-stained wallpaper that used to be a
garish floral design. The rest of the walls are cluttered with filing cabinets
and children’s artwork of Christian iconography.
Honestly, I can barely recall how this all used to look before that. The
years have started to blur together. My age is catching up with me, slowing
me down, and making me set in my ways. Centuries of existence weigh
down upon my back as I slog through the monotony of living in this
modern world. While everything is constantly changing, I remain the same
because humans will always sleep, and they will always dream. It has made
my existence stagnant and predictable.
A human’s waking hours are when their emotions are the most deeply
buried. You can only catch the slightest tang of their tempting feelings in
the air as they scurry about. Even those who try to hide their emotions
cannot, from my observant eye. The auras around them are dull. They could
not even draw the eye away from a boring book.
When they dream, they are fresh. Fear, anger, envy, lust. The scent of
human emotions in the dream realm, in my realm, is like walking into a
bakery after the first loaves of bread have been removed from the oven.
Their auras overwhelm the senses, surround, encapsulate and vibrate with
the very soul of their beings.
But all I can smell and taste in this foul basement is the stench of the
creatures around me.
I pour boiled water into my mug, the cheap tea bag expanding and
floating to the top. Lapsang Souchong is smokey and bold but still not the
sort of tea I would serve for gatherings like this. The pine resin notes assault
my senses with a harsh chemical quality that tells me this blend was done
with profits in mind before the actual taste. But then again, as I take my
usual seat in one of the only wooden chairs left amongst a sea of plastic, I
look around at the other beings and think this is exactly the sort of drink
they would find fancy.
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