Chapter 16
In an entire lifetime of walking into the sprawling old Victorian glory of the Odds and Endings bookstore, Steph never failed to let out a happy sigh.
Followed immediately by a deep breath, taking in the scents of every kind of book she could think of short of rolled papyrus.
At least she hadn’t spotted any of those.
Yet.
Every inch of space inside that could hold shelves did, many custom-made of gleaming wood that was a remarkably good match for the beautiful original floors. Others were made of airy decorative cinderblocks or steel that spanned huge stretches without needing supports underneath.
Every one of the rooms on three main floors and all along the hallways too.
The walls were the same wonderful vivid purple as the exterior, but the color only showed through in
