Lost in ink stained worlds adorned with adventure and intrigue. With a pages turn time moves, sifting through year’s of a humans loves and losses.

Forgotten be the wind whipped roof’s and clamorous shutters battered with storm’s ire. For Iv found love in a place of my control. Peace be, in that musty smell proffered by leather bound immortals.

Iv found my heaven. With no want of moral obligation. No expectation placed upon I, the reader, who becometh judge, jury and executioner.

So I ask of you, why do you read?

If not to access knowledge unshackled, then why?