unsavory hidden in this haven of literature that the group had found squirreled on the Third Floor.


    Gunsmith never stuck him as a romantic sort. Trying to focus, he turned the shelves, looking for a secret passage or something to clue them into what the floor may contain.


    There was once a King given a duty and a throne too big for his body, but not his heart''," the mage said slowly and despite sounding like every other story book in the room, the words made the ambient mana stir. Usually a sign that something somewhere was reacting to them.


    ''The King discovered one day that what made him king was not simply an obligation but the crown upon his skull. Thus, the king could be anyone if he had a different hat''" the Mage continued to read, his fingers sinking into the book slightly.


    If the king wore a cap, it could be a healer. If it wore a tall hat, it could be a chef. If it fit inside a shoe, it could be a traveler''" the Mage said with a frown and a creeping sensation was filling the room and the Alchemist turned slowly, finding that nothing had changed.


    The king even found if he squeezed into an empty space, he could become a book''" the Mage''s voice trailed off before there was a gurgling noise.


    The Monk that Went Downtown; an action thriller novel''


    The Lion and the Walk through the geographically correct savannah''


    Your man may accept that sad finger play, but I have standards. This lady needs to be wined and dined before you pull her lady trigger'' the gun said in a sort of passable voice of the Wyin tree.


    Just don''t do that and you''ll be fine," the gun said, beginning to vibrate a little as it regained energy.


    1000 soups good for the soul''


    ''How to make comrades and sway people''