As soon as her pen touched the parchment of her Chronicle, the world unraveled. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she didn't see Cheshire, even though she knew he was there with her, and could feel Miles' hand squeezing her shoulder gently.
In front of her stood the gates of the Library of the Unwritten. Her heart was drumming in her chest, and her throat was tight. There was a vast silence pressing in around her, deeper than any ocean trench, broken only by the creak of old hinges as the Professor pushed one of the massive doors open.
"Go on." His voice was gentle as he ushered Sarissa in. "She'll be waiting."
Sarissa nodded and stepped into the dark.
The Library unfolded like a dream. Aisles and aisles of impossible height, each shelf stacked with tomes bound in leather, cloth, metal, and stranger materials still. The air smelled of ink, parchment, and something sweetly metallic.
