Leia looked around the semi-circle of books she'd assembled. They were spread out around her in three curving rows, almost a dozen and a half books. Each having some kind of legend, or air of truth associated with them. As the head librarian of the 'biggest arcane library in America', she was sick of being treated as a joke.
Sure, the claim 'biggest arcane library' wasn't totally serious. But, it wasn't what she'd envisioned when she'd left university. She still had strong studious instincts, and out of the hundreds and hundreds of books, she'd selected these ones.
Not, to suggest the others were fake, but there was only so much could be gleamed from books on herbs, and those clearly written under hallucinagenic influence.
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Each of these tomes, had writing in common. A script that she couldn't recognise, well, the language. The letters were european, a bastard mix from various languages that shared no common root. Some looked ripped from cyrillic, others from greek, latin, and eastern european languages.
Part of her wanted to find something new, perhaps get the basis of a Ph.D, and be taken more seriously!
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