The light shone upon it’s leather cover from the hall through the door open just wide enough for a single eye to peer in. Magnificent.
Lying there peacefully, my treasure, a dangerous book. It had brought characters back to life in a previous adventure where it had fallen open into the wrong hands. From its pages a spell had been cast that.. well, I dare not utter it!
The rough bindings were held in place by silver grommets. They say the threads of the bindings come from the hairs of head of its maker, a clever and sinister storyteller himself, one JP.
I shiver in my thin nightgown and close the door. Sleep, evil book, in your glass case. I walk away from it, knowing it had called me there. Trying to get me to release it, it sends me nightmares about my writing friends hunted by men in suits by sea and air.
Creeping back to bed down the hall from my library, I hear a low moan from the library. The book is upset that it has not won me. Hawk Manor is safe as long as I am in control of its inhabitants.
“What do you think they are doing with us?” Little Tessa’s voice shook even in a whisper as she looked up at her elderly companion.
“Well, back when my grandfather was alive, he used to work in a mine. It went deep underground and many passages were no bigger than you.” He took the time to make eye contact with the shivering wide-eyed girl to reassure her. “They used to carry birdcages with them just like this one, only smaller and with a canary inside.”
“Well the bird would chirp and sing merrily even in the darkest hole.”
“To cheer them up?”
“Until they stopped singing. The bird would be overcome by terrible gasses in a passage before the men because it was smaller and breathed faster. The men then knew the passage was too dangerous for them to go on.”
“So, are we canaries for the giants?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Your Own Reality
“We’re all authors of our own realities.”
“We’re all authors of our own realities, creators of our own destinies..”
“So what you’re saying is, we are in charge.”
“Yes, we can walk whatever path we want.”
“So, if I want to be a monkey in a zoo..”
“Then you just have to just believe it!”
“But the reality is, I’m still a human.”
“In form yes, but in your reality you are a monkey. That’s why hypnosis works.”
“That’s subconscious. You’re talking conscious choice. Unless you think hypnosis is fake..”
“But you have to be willing to accept it, then your mind is open, and your subconscious causes you to dream you are in another reality.”
“No, you’re mixing the two.”
“They are interconnected.”
“Dreams are not realities, that’s why they are called dreams.”
“But you can make them real.”
“Not without a lot of money, or medication.”
“Then you owe me $35.”
“Cab fare, we are here.”
“I’m not in a cab.”
“Yes, you are in my cab.”
“Not in my reality.”
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