Okay, sorry for double posting, but I just want to throw this quick and dirty intro out here:
Chapter 1:
GFood Omens.
The nice and accurate prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch.
Not many people know that nice also means 'scrupulously exact', nor do many people know that Fent is another word for a scrap of cloth, well, tailors might, but do keep your hands down for the proceedings here, will you? Good, anyway, to continue, there are quite a surprising amount of variety in the English language as long as you are willing to look for them, putting them together is an entirely different matter as English wasn't and still isn't known as the most straightforward language available, nor, from a completely objective perspective, is any language, really. I digress (Again), what I want to say is simply this.
Writers make their own worlds, simply from the material of words, the best can make living worlds, one that you see and truly believe that world, get immersed in the matter of the world but something is messing with it all, from the weirdest novels to the paragons of the art, all seem to be getting the smallest alterations that can and will make all of it fall apart at the seams.
Luckily enough, or unluckily, from your perspective, you and a undefinable numbers of chums have been thrown into what looks like a large antique house, every room having stores of books, they could be used as bloody armour for the amount that exist, you would probably bet on the walls being made out of repurposed books, honestly.
Still, it does look homey, and you always were a bit of a bookworm, it could be nice to sit down for a while and read something.