THE ROOT OF DARKNESS

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

The interior of the bookstore gave an eerie feeling as it was dimly lit with flickering candles.

Walking down the aisle, the path leads to numerous bookshelves that were shaped like a door. Those bookshelves had no walls on them.

"How can we help you?" A voice inquires, startling me.

Turning sideways towards the direction of the voice, I come face to with a talking wall. Swallowing deep, I inquired. "Do you run this place?"

"The store owner is out for some couple of days" The wall replies. "We don't know when she'll be back"

"We?"

The wall clears his throat, probably annoyed. "I take it that you are new then. What can I help you with?"

"I'm looking for a book that can help me learn magic"

There was silence before the wall lets out a deep hearty laughter. "Magic isn't just for anyone to learn, boy. If that were to be the case, I'd be a talking human not a talking wall"

"You've come to the wrong place so see yourself out" The wall concludes.

Anger coursed through