"Watch out, that one almost got my foot." Bill picked up the book. "All right, better," he admitted, glancing at the blurb. At least this one had been first published at some point in the last hundred years. He added the book to the small pile he'd been gathering in one hand. Then, with lightning speed honed over fifteen years of dodging booby traps under pyramids, he darted his hand over to where he hoped the mysterious, invisible thing was, and made a grab.