[ WP ] The pages of her books were etched with tales f gallant warriors and terrifying beasts -- tales of mysterious magic . My brother and I loved hearing those tales when we were children .

The Pages of her books were etched with tales of gallant warriors and terrifying beasts-Tales of mysterious magic. My brother Hilary and I loved hearing those tales when we were children. 
 
 
 I always wanted to read it myself, but she never let me have it. Said I would n't be able to read it, which I always found strange, as I had learned my letters fine by then. Though I suppose it was n't that much of an issue, she was always eager to read to us. 
 
 
 She was an old, strange woman. She lived just outside the estate, but she did n't seem to work or have any family. She was older than anyone else that lived in the area. No one remembered a time when she did not live there. 
 
 
 I always loved hearing about the ancient kings, the people who once lived in the hills, and the beautiful creatures that lived in the forest. Of course the tales of giant spiders in the woods and beasts in the darkness frightened me but I could not stop hearing about them. 
 
 
 One day we moved from the estate to another. She bade us farewell and told me to remember the stories, for I would not hear them again until I was a man. I did, but I always wanted to find the book. I even learned quite a lot trying to find someone who knew something about it, but no one seemed to. 
 
 
 It was around the time I was sent to the war that it was sent to me. The day before I left it arrived in a brown package with no notes or address on it. I almost knew what it was before I opened it. The Red Book of Westmarch. 
 
 

