Chapter Thirty
‘Library?’ Eva gasped. ‘But this is… how can it be a Library?’ The unstable building much more closely resembled the fluid constructions of the Off-Worlds than the Libraries kept by Limbane and Krays. Nothing here suggested that it was, or had ever been, anything of that kind.
The self-proclaimed Master of Orlind took a few rushing steps until he was far too close for her comfort. Pushing his face at her, he said, ‘What are you saying? Don’t like my Library?’
Eva took a prudent step back. ‘It just doesn’t feel like a Lokant Library to me.’
‘And it won’t, will it? Won’t ever again, most like.’ His suspicion changed to sadness, then flashed through to resolution. ‘Best that it doesn’t,’ he nodded to himself. ‘Quite right. Too dangerous.’
Tren had eased up alongside her wh
