by Isolde Rook
You stitched me back together, little binder. Now I'm yours to finish.
Wren Holloway rebinds a ruined sixteenth-century book for a collector in York, and the book starts writing back in its margins. Then a man stands up out of the spilled ink. Malachar has been pressed between vellum for centuries, and her thread holds him within a few strides of his book. She could cut him loose. She shuts the shears in a drawer.
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explicit sex
Fiction for adults. Every character is 18 or older.