Rachel couldn't believe what she'd found. She spotted this dusty little used bookstore in a corner of the mall she didn't usually visit and had gone in to have a quick look. She was about to start the first shift at the new job her Aunt had gotten her, but she still had a few minutes to spare. Entering the store she'd heard one of those old style bells ring above her head when she opened the door, but no one appeared to investigate. She scanned the hundreds of second-hand books packed into the crowded shelves and looked around for a shop assistant to help her. Giving up, she wandered down the aisles and found herself in a dim corner where three bookcases formed a dead end. There were no sections marked, but she could tell these were no ordinary books. They were mostly bound in leather from animals she couldn't identify and had titles in languages she couldn't read. The symbols were strange too and she knew they didn't come from any modern language. Her curiosity at these oddities