“They are the lost books,” he turned his head, grasping his cane and raising it aloft, as if speaking more to the books than to me. “The destroyed books, the burnt books, the missing, the stolen, the drowned, the forgotten.… — Darius Jones Copy Share Image
“He wondered what his face would say. What would others find there? He wondered when those still left on the other side, the young… — Darius Jones Copy Share Image
“They are the lost books,” he turned his head, grasping his cane and raising it aloft, as if speaking more to the books than… — Darius Jones Copy Share Image
“Of all the mysteries, Darius,” the old man began. “Perhaps the greatest is Mind. For all the ignorance in the world, the assaults against… — Darius Jones Copy Share Image
