[The book is no more magical than any other random tome pilfered from a true fae.
It's really no random tome, though--there's a reason Foster was inspired enough to swipe it, paranoia or not.
Of Many Worlds: the Legacy of the Source is the title, but it has no clear author. Its contents are printed in a tiny font on filament-fine pages; it's a pretty thorough dissertation about the realities of the multiverse and theories pertaining to the nature of something called 'The Source.' There's a fair bit about the fae and their courts, as well as demons and angels.
There are very few illustrations, if any.
Lambert doesn't get fifteen minutes with it, though. He doesn't even get ten. Foster can hardly manage a conversation that moves off a topic he cares about; standing and waiting while someone else reads a book is not within his capabilities.
Besides which, he's fairly certain that Lambert is keeping the book, which means he's just detritus. He shifts his weight impatiently only a minute or two into Lambert's perusal, sand crunching under his hooves.]
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It's really no random tome, though--there's a reason Foster was inspired enough to swipe it, paranoia or not.
Of Many Worlds: the Legacy of the Source is the title, but it has no clear author. Its contents are printed in a tiny font on filament-fine pages; it's a pretty thorough dissertation about the realities of the multiverse and theories pertaining to the nature of something called 'The Source.' There's a fair bit about the fae and their courts, as well as demons and angels.
There are very few illustrations, if any.
Lambert doesn't get fifteen minutes with it, though. He doesn't even get ten. Foster can hardly manage a conversation that moves off a topic he cares about; standing and waiting while someone else reads a book is not within his capabilities.
Besides which, he's fairly certain that Lambert is keeping the book, which means he's just detritus. He shifts his weight impatiently only a minute or two into Lambert's perusal, sand crunching under his hooves.]
Are we done here?