Claude Monet The women in the Garden

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back of the alcove was a brass key.
He took the key, and then he took a deep breath.
All the Books of Power had their own particular natures. The Octavo was harsh and imperious. The Bumper Fun The door swung open.
In the darkness within, a chain gave a fait clink.

‘She’s still breathing,’ said Victor. Laddie leapt around them, barking furiously. Grimoire went in for deadly practical jokes. The Joy of Tantric Sex had to be kept under iced water. The Librarian knew them all, and how to deal with them. This one was different. Usually people saw only tenth- or twelfthhand copies, as like the real thing as a painting or an explosion was to, well, to an explosion. This was a book that had absorbed the sheer, graphite-grey evil of its subject matter. Its name was hacked in letters over the arch, lest men and apes forget. NECROTELICOMNICON. He put the key in the lock, and offered up a prayer to the gods. ‘Oook,’ he said fervently. ‘Gook.’