Jesus, connie.
Three stories tall, occupying the center of the building and going to the roof, where a skylight let in illumination. Powerful shields had protected the building during the Blitz, sending the German bombs onto less fortunate buildings. Protecting the library and its ancient, unique texts.
I can't bring myself to think that this is wrong. And I can't bring myself to speak about the horrible, horrible destruction of the library and collection of books you so beautifully and lovingly described. I'm in tears, darling.
The quicksilver smile dared Giles to wonder if he was telling the truth.
Wow.
The top floors were burning, what hadn't been blown apart. Papers swirled in the vortex, catching fire and vanishing in sparks and smoke. He couldn't speak, not even to whisper a denial or a plea to whatever gods might care.
You nasty person. Made me cry.
(Want more. Lots more.)
"Look! It's Giles! With a lockpick!"
Wowza! The description of the library undid me. Also, I want to see more of that book that Ethan nicked.
Oooof, connie. Wow. All those books! All that knowledge! oh.....
Does no one care about all the people?
didn't think so
Oh, the humanity.
You guys ever see
Name of the Rose? Because the ending where
crazy old monk is eating the poison pages and the library is burning and Sean Connery is so upset. ... Damn, I just think back on all the knowledge that has been lost and I get so fucking angry.
Anyway, it's a good movie as I recall.
Elena, I've seen the movie and I've read the book. You're not wrong about what I was thinking.
Such a horrifying scene. In the book, the movie, and your fic.
