Putting her hands over her eyes, Kella wanted to take the book in her lap and rip it to shreds. But she didn’t have the strength to do any such thing. Panicked, she rolled over and sobbed into the pillows, using them to muffle her sounds. Her fear drained her until she could not cry any more.
She had no use for tears.
She wiped her eyes dry and hurled a pillow across the room in frustration. It made her feel a little better, but the feeling did not last. She forced herself to pick up the book in her lap and focus on what she needed to do. She opened the book to the first page and began reading the opening notes, which were scrawled there by an almost illegible hand.
In the notes, someone had written about the true author of the book, Nialdaman. Kella had learned of Nialdam...
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