Thomas Kinkade The Edge of Wilderness

Thomas Kinkade The Edge of WildernessThomas Kinkade St. Nicholas CircleThomas Kinkade Silent Night
silence was so oppressive that Carding felt some­thing more was expected of him. Anything would be better than that silence.
'It's where we keep the books, you know. Ninety thousand volumes, isn't it, Spelter?'
'Um? Oh. Yes. About ninety thousand, I suppose.'
Coin leaned on the staff and stared.
'Burn them,' he said. 'All of them.'

Spelter let himself sag to his knees.
'He'll do it, too,' he whispered. 'He'll probably make me do it, it's that staff, um, it knows everything that's going on, it knows that I know about it ... please help me ...'
'Oook?'
'The other night, I looked into his room ... the staff, the staff was glowing, it was standing there in the middle of the room like a beacon and the boy was on the bed sobbing, I could feel it reaching out, teaching him, whispering terrible things, and then it noticed me, you've got to Midnight strutted its black stuff along the corridors of Unseen University as Spelter, with rather less confi­dence, crept cautiously towards the impassive doors of the Library. He knocked, and the sound echoed so loudly in the empty building that he had to lean against the wall and wait for his heart to slow down a bit.After a while he heard a sound like heavy furniture being moved about.'Oook?''It's me.''Oook?''Spelter.''Oook.''Look, you've got to get out! He's going to burn the Library!'There was no reply.