Lachesis turned the book over in her hands. It was a nice quality hardcover, of the kind that she could quite easily picture gracing somebody's grandmother's coffee table. The dust jacket was a little ragged around the edges, but the book itself was in perfectly good condition. She flicked through a few pages, taking note of the colour illustrations and the publication date. 1997. Not especially recent, and Irish saints were somewhat of a niche subject. She handed it to Atropos. "What do you think, Nat? Fifteen dollars?"
Atropos studied the cover, gave it a cursory page-through, then leaned over to set it back down on the counter with a nod. "Fifteen sounds about right."