![]() I went over and picked it up, and tried to read the back. And then, when I looked away from my sister and back towards my mom, I saw something on the bottom shelf. I remember distinctly wanting to go downstairs and look at the novels, because Mom had promised me I could get a book that day. My little sister was peering over the railing at the café on the lower floor. My mother was flipping through Silver Ravenwolf’s latest work, trying to decide whether to buy it then or wait and see if she would get it as a solstice present. ![]() We were in Barnes and Nobel, in the little occult section on the second floor. I can still remember the moment I first saw it very clearly. ![]() My mother bought it for me when I was either seven or eight (I can’t remember now) after I positively flipped out over the art. ![]()
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