The Village Green: Library
The Library
The monastery’s library is surprisingly warm and cozy. A small fire
crackles at the far end of the room, and several wrought iron candelabras
provide further light for reading. Your eyes travel over gleaming oaken
shelves filled with colorful books, journals and scrolls. Intricately
carved wooden reading desks, chairs covered in deep blue velvet, and
even a few exotic brocade cushions are scattered about, providing
comfortable places for study or leisure reading. A gaunt but energetic
old man in slightly musty brown robes bustles in, smiling cheerfully
and gesturing proudly about the room. "Welcome, visitor, to our Library.
I’m the Abbot. Perhaps you’d like to peruse our collection of writings
by Village Green inhabitants. Or you can browse through some of our
other favorite writings."
Words of the Villagers:
A small notebook bound in grey leather, entitled "Night Breeze," lies on a shelf nearby.
An old diary, bound in soft leather, is standing on a shelf near you. Picking it up, the gold script reads The Journal of Anne Thomas Nearby, there is another, called The Memoires of Sister Brethinn Fenneson, First Promovierte of the Tower, Lady Chelaflin.
Near the fire stands a small polished newspaper and magazine rack. The most current issue of each publication is on the shelves. Among many others, you notice The Detroit Free Press, The New York Times, and Newsweek. We are presently renewing our subscriptions on several others. They should appear shortly.
There is a small, innocuous doorway which leads, through a series of convoluted twists and turns, to a small room full of books.
Between two roads of bookcases, a solid wood door stands. A burnished copper plate reads The Atrium's Library. If you step into the shimmering purple haze, you will emerge into a wood-paneled room.
A tonsured novice steps toward you, murmuring mysteriously, "There is yet another
stash of readings to be found through the labyrinth; follow me
if you wish to see it."
If none of these excursions draws you at the moment, the Monastery's
collection itself is a fine one. A row of shelves opposite the door is filled with
The Words of Others:
