SNIPPET #2 from TEMPORAL TOME Professor Turner, Master of Invisible Geographies, was not a man to risk his life putting together a reading list for his senior students. He’d much rather risk their lives and many an Invisible Geography student has had to be rescued by a search party over the years because of the Professor’s zeal for rare manuscripts. On this fine Botolf morning Professor Turner was looking for a book which had (with good reason he presumed) not been sought for many years, certainly for decades if not centuries. It was far too dangerous to send even a senior student into the darkest reaches of the library, so dangerous in fact that the Chief Librarian refused to accompany him on the grounds of cowardice and he had to make the expedition alone. “Bugger him anyway,” repeated Professor Turner over and over again under his breath as he delved off the main pathways of the library, leaving behind confused first year students as they searched for required readings, strapped to each other like mountaineers. The book in question was one he and Professor Hancock (the late Head of Medieval Thought, who was in no condition to accompany him being displayed on a television screen) had been discussing over the last few days. It was one of the many supernatural tomes lost in the library’s unintelligible catalogue system and, if it could be found, he knew the safest place to keep it from now on would be sealed in a lead casket, covered in concrete and buried beneath the wine cellar of the college, or preferable beneath the wine cellar of another college. “Ah,” said Professor Turner to himself as he reached an impasse where several hundred books recording Native American contact with the Roman Empire had collapsed from the floor above into the confined space between shelves. Professor Turner fished in his long robes and found a jar with a honey-like substance that appeared to sparkle. “This will do it,” he said. Unscrewing the jar with great difficulty he smeared each of the books in front of him with a drop of the substance and instantly they became translucent. The Professor was able to reach his hand through the front layer of books and repeat the process until his entire body was enveloped by the now ethereal tomes and he slipped through to the other side of the cave in. As he replaced the lid on the jar he examined the level of substance left and was satisfied that he would be able to make the return journey through the now re-solidified books; the last thing he wanted to happen was to have to go to an operating theatre to have solid books removed from him (again). part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles Temporal Tome is available now http://ift.tt/1nZqI8F get part 1 #FREE Cosmogonic Marbles http://ift.tt/UzWUnO shares and retweets most welcomed @writer_s_downes by Author Steve Downes

SNIPPET #2 from TEMPORAL TOME Professor Turner, Master of Invisible Geographies, was not a man to risk his life putting together a reading list for his senior students. He’d much rather risk their lives and many an Invisible Geography student has had to be rescued by a search party over the years because of the Professor’s zeal for rare manuscripts. On this fine Botolf morning Professor Turner was looking for a book which had (with good reason he presumed) not been sought for many years, certainly for decades if not centuries. It was far too dangerous to send even a senior student into the darkest reaches of the library, so dangerous in fact that the Chief Librarian refused to accompany him on the grounds of cowardice and he had to make the expedition alone. “Bugger him anyway,” repeated Professor Turner over and over again under his breath as he delved off the main pathways of the library, leaving behind confused first year students as they searched for required readings, strapped to each other like mountaineers. The book in question was one he and Professor Hancock (the late Head of Medieval Thought, who was in no condition to accompany him being displayed on a television screen) had been discussing over the last few days. It was one of the many supernatural tomes lost in the library’s unintelligible catalogue system and, if it could be found, he knew the safest place to keep it from now on would be sealed in a lead casket, covered in concrete and buried beneath the wine cellar of the college, or preferable beneath the wine cellar of another college. “Ah,” said Professor Turner to himself as he reached an impasse where several hundred books recording Native American contact with the Roman Empire had collapsed from the floor above into the confined space between shelves. Professor Turner fished in his long robes and found a jar with a honey-like substance that appeared to sparkle. “This will do it,” he said. Unscrewing the jar with great difficulty he smeared each of the books in front of him with a drop of the substance and instantly they became translucent. The Professor was able to reach his hand through the front layer of books and repeat the process until his entire body was enveloped by the now ethereal tomes and he slipped through to the other side of the cave in. As he replaced the lid on the jar he examined the level of substance left and was satisfied that he would be able to make the return journey through the now re-solidified books; the last thing he wanted to happen was to have to go to an operating theatre to have solid books removed from him (again). part 2 of the Botolf Chronicles Temporal Tome is available now http://ift.tt/1nZqI8F get part 1 #FREE Cosmogonic Marbles http://ift.tt/UzWUnO shares and retweets most welcomed @writer_s_downes

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