Prologue: The World Between
Renold Graves stood in the
middle of a library. It seemed to be a personal library; that much became obvious
to him instantly. Every wall was covered in books stacked to the ceiling in
their shelves. The longer Renold stood in the room, the less it seemed to have
a defined shape and size. It was always changing, in subtle ways that were near
impossible for Renold’s mind to process. And none of this disturbed him. It all
seemed so natural. All of a sudden, his hand moved quickly to feel his chest.
He felt the cloth underneath his finger tips. Standing there, Renold was
confused. Was he feeling for a heartbeat? Was something missing? Everything
seemed to haze away from him as he stood in the middle of the library.