Of englobing gloom and glee
Epistle
Good day, dear acolyte.
We have not talked much lately, pardon us.
We must say, we were highly busy at the workshop ; and we are eager to tell you more about our latest fabrications.
It took a fair amount of experiments, ashes and conjuration to finally get it all right, but the result is stable at last, and exceeds all of our expectations.
Could you believe it? Stolen from the silent dark, hope! A tome of denial, to keep a drifting mind in a broken body.
Lost dreams sealed in a carcass : the Quietus of the Lich.
We did not stop there, as such a grim omen needed balance in delights and glee.
A perfectly radiant solution seemed obvious : something small and harmless.
Positive that this should be the way to go, we devised a trinket of a book to carry here and there : the Pocket Spellbook.
We have attached a few more details on those latest creations, would you feel like studying their technicalities.
As always, your presence by our side honors us.
Yours faithfully.
Quietus of the Lich
By passion ever plagued,
Halcyon days at heart;
A decaying carcass
whose dreams shall deny death.
This book is a slender ribcage of wood maintained by tendrils of rope. Underneath its skin of leather lies a flesh of cotton rag.
What was once a bookmark of thin leather lays, enfeebled, among its pages.
On the outside, two phalanxes of rope, with which the book can be hooked, crawl out of its spine.
As had its owner, the Quietus has suffered more outrages than it could withstand, its cover having been torn apart on each and every layer.
Its leather and cloth both have surrendered their efforts to fully contain the wooden boards of the cover, which in turn leaks glimpses of pages it can harbor no longuer.
Pocket Spellbooks
A small charm on a chain,
The cutest confidant
To shelter enchantments;
The few words of a wish.
A few words on paper, of hope, love or wish: the most meaningful trifle.
The tiniest pages for the cutest of secrets, bound in a single signature to a piece of leather.
The cover is tooled on its edges or corners, and dyed.
A strip of leather runs around the book to maintain it closed, and supports a key ring.
A spell to never lose yourself, or at least the keys to your home.
