He dreamt of incense golems, dust homunculi. A patrolling of the undercrofts. Even the chains that held the books grew iron mouths and screamed if he went to touch them. The Black Library was impossible to steal from even in reverie. – #CLNolan
He dreamt of incense golems, dust homunculi. A patrolling of the undercrofts. Even the chains that held the books grew iron mouths and screamed if he went to touch them. The Black Library was impossible to steal from even in reverie. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 1, 2021