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Esk stared at him. She felt alone, and lost, and more than a little betrayed. Everyone seemed to be busy living their own lives, except her. She up after wizards. It wasn't fair, and she'd had enough.
"Actually I don't. Actually I'm learning to read so I can be a wizard."
The boy regarded her through his damp eyes for some seconds. Then he gently took the book out of Esk's hands and read its title.
"Demonylogie Malyfycorum of Henchanse thee Unsatyfactory. How did you think you could learn to r-read this?"
"Um," said Esk, "Well, you just keep trying until you can, don't you? Like milking, or knitting, or . . . ." Her voice faded away.
"I don't know about that. These books can be a bit, well, aggressive. If you d-don't be careful they start reading you."
"What do you mean?"
"T-they too hard in case she missed anything.
"I don't want to know about it if it's horrid."
"- had a lot more pages."ssss-" "- say -"said Esk, automatically. "- that there was once a wwww-" "- wizard -" "- who started to r-read the Necrotelecomnicon and let his m-mind wwwwww-" "- wander -" "- and next morning they f-found all his clothes on the chair and hhis hat on t-top of them and the b-book had -" Esk put her fingers in her ears, but not
Esk took her fingers out of her ears. "Was there anything on the pages?"
Simon nodded solemnly. "Yes. On every sssingle one of ththem there www
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