The last touches put on the building are two statues loving rendered in marble. One is and angel laying on top of the door, a book propped up on a stone, which is at the edge of a waterfall that splits the arch way down the middle, real water pouring down and over the river stones on either side of the door. His toga wrapped around him, his legs folded so one perfect sandal is looped over his raised leg. The other statue is across the river from him. It is a snake, made of pure jet twined around the logs and rocks on his side a way that makes him look to be in motion. His head is lifted over the ledge where he watches the people coming in and out with red set eyes.
Inside the store is meticulous, with wooden floors covered in carpets and large sweeping stairs that flow up into three balcony like upper floors that are lined with chairs and tables pressed against wrought iron fences. The front of the store has a register and a coffee counter to one side, a large sitting area stuffed with couches and a small performance space, and to the other side a larger still computer lab. Each floor above has a similar sitting space and small dumb waiters for the coffee drinkers.
All of this pales in comparison though when one looks behind all of this. Into the back of the shop where on each floor large tall thick bookcases are packed in. Set apart With only enough room to make it plausible to walk each stack reaches to the ten foot tall ceiling, with ladders that slide along them. Books of all kinds fill the shelves, from new to old and even older still. Some times there is a break adn you can see a book beneath glass, but then the shelves move farther back, only stopping when the stores farthest wall stops them.
Its a bibliophiles dream
Those with mage sight up can see more than just that. Sprawled on the wall behind the counter is Atalantian in all its glory. It marks this place as a neutral zone behind him on the wall. They are well written, large and denote that no spells shall be cast on the premises. Below it, scratched in slightly less neat writing, is : ^Vulgar, which is then crossed out elegantly and replaced with "Any", though below it "sights allowed" is written as an after thought. The rest spells out the Lex of the city in clear precise wording, lists places mages can go to reach other mages and suggest that should anyone wish to add more information the owners will be willing to list it as well.
There will always be a man of most likely middle age, ( though with book store owners they always seemed to start that old so who knows?) He has blond hair that is neatly trimmed but curly enough so that it look constantly in a state of mess, and a slightly pudgy frame and very nice hands indeed. Infront of the register is a plaque with "A. Fell" on it. Sometimes he will be joined by a tall thin man with black hair and Olive skin. He is very angular and has nice cheek bones that make him rather handsome. Even in the Dark back room he wears shades. He wears a name tag : A. Crowley, and works the coffee bar.
Welcome to written in water.
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Hitting the books
