He finally slipped out a book tentatively watching Beauty to make sure it was alright before slipping it out the rest of the way and delicately opening it.
Tennyson. It wasn't the same book of poems that Nuala had found but the same author. Tennyson had become to represent something much more than what it had before since that event. The author had become a magnet.
"Amazing. The possibilities seem to be endless here as to the events. Perhaps..." he started, then shook his head. He should figure a way to get home if it were possible. The City was slowly becoming a temptation, though. He had never felt the same after Nuala and living with Hellboy and Liz had felt inadequate.
"You said that the library was the second best gift you'd been given by the City. May I ask the first?" Abe queried.