I have heard of binding books before, but this is ridiculous. Still, sometimes you have to follow intuition, a leap of faith, a series of clues, and a literal breadcrumb road through a paper forest to
find what you are looking for...even if what you seek is regarded as a
myth by the smartest and most decent of people. But Tilly and Oskar have
not been wrong yet, so to save the British Underlibrary, bookwandering,
and imagination and books period, that means traveling deep into Story
itself to find the fabled Archivists. Along the way asking to right
questions about the true Source of the problem and ultimately the real
meaning, power, and purpose of Story magic. To quote Will Shakespeare, "we are such stuff as dreams are made of."
Which closed the book, also literally, on two rather detestable siblings
and brought their tired old quest for power and immortality to its
inevitable ending.
Yet the journey is not over yet, for a favor is still owed to the owner of a certain and very unique clean-energy train.
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