It's Sunday again, and that means sharing 8-10 sentences with a group of fantastic authors. Hop over to Weekend Writing Warriors to read them all. Pick up here, Eve is in the Library trying to recover from her confrontation with Louis.
Perhaps there was another option. Turning, she made her way down the aisle full of histories. As a servant, she was taught nothing of the world before her birth or outside the palace. When she’d been sent to attend classes with the children of the elite, she’d learned about all the rulers before Bianca, their current High One. She passed those, however, looking for something older. One of the children had told a story that she hadn’t thought about since she tested its veracity.
Flipping through pages, she read about the ruins and relics recovered along with metal, glass and the strange material that gave off noxious fumes when anyone tried to melt it. They’d found no way to adapt that for their use. There were diagrams of skeletal buildings towering over trees.