Curse of the Black Books
Description
Alissa is a twelve-year old orphan who becomes a Librarian Apprentice for the constantly moving Library of Secret. She soon learns that its one of Seven Magical Libraries by the current Librarian, Henry Kennings.
A year soon goes by and Alissa is celebrating her thirteenth birthday, when the Library of Secret detects a shift in the space/time continuum, caused by the Library of Sorrow in their continuing pursuit for the legendary 'Black Books' and the dark magic which lies within.
Alissa then sets out with her new friends to find the 'Black Books' before the Library of Sorrow, because if she doesn't then the course of history will change forever.
Potter fans you have a new hero.
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About the Author
I was born in 1963, London and moved to Norfolk with my parents in 1975. In 1988 I finished a four-year course in Art and Design at Great Yarmouth Art College, then worked as a graphic designer for various publishers. In 2001 I moved to Aberdeen and spent time as a bookseller within Ottakars bookshop before a change of career to the oil industry. Reading as always been a first passion of mine and I enjoy reading and writing general fantasy with a splash of horror for young and old adults alike. I'm still in the North-East of Scotland, married to Carolyn
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone