"They'd have a little trouble hiding here, then," he says gently. Xel has not been exposed to the Goth movement, it having been swallowed in three neat bites by the steampunks, the cheerypunks, and the emo kids long before he arrived in Margate. "Well, those are superstitions." Although he's never heard of the one about eight. "This is more like looking straight at the sky and still believing it's a nice red and green plaid."
"Most of them really can't," Xel informs him. "It's wonderful if you've known well-protected libraries, but most librarians really don't expect to have to deal with anything worse than shelving disasters and the occasional media theft."
Well... superglue might work one more time, but the area of the break is getting pretty worn down!