When humanity went to the stars they took many things with them. Brencis, the Eternal Librarian, ensured that they took the books. Unfortunately, humanity also took along their greed, their blindness and their short-sighted focus on all the wrong things.
The Eternal Librarian is a touching exploration of human nature, determination and the love of learning that is dedicated to librarians and book lovers everywhere.
The Eternal Librarian
By Meyari McFarland
The air stung Laurens’ nostrils, cold and sharp so that he felt as though the hairs were freezing solid with every breath he took. He’d never breathed air this cold. The ship hadn’t allowed such wide swings of temperature. It wasn’t good for the environmental systems. Laurens wasn’t sure he could get used to it, not when the cold seeped into his clothes, made his skin prickle and tighten, made his fingers ache with the cold.
Despite the cold, though, the planet was beautiful. Laurens had studied the pictures for ages before they arrived at the Eternal Library, poring over the static ones that had been sent ahead. Niels had been absorbed in the immersive holograms sent so that they’d have a feel for what it looked like before they got here.
The holograms hadn’t done the Library justice.
Nothing could. Overhead, the sky was blue and bright, a shade that Laurens had never seen outside of very special dyes. Except no, the blue shaded from deeper indigo up directly overhead down to pale, washed out blue like the color of Niels’ eyes near the horizon.
A horizon, that was strange. Wonderful. Intimidating. Terrifying. So much space, all spread out around them for hundreds of thousands of miles. The Eternal Library sat in the middle of the biggest ocean on Chesna’s southern continent, floating like a man-made continent.
No, a reef. He’d read about reefs, seen pictures of them, too. Huge underwater structures created by tiny creatures that added a little bit every day until they’d created a habitat for hundreds of other species. That was what the Library reminded him of.
“It’s so huge,” Niels whispered as they followed their guide along a long pathway bordered by shrubbery with glossy green leaves as big as Laurens head and delicate pink and gold flowers the size of Laruen’s thumb. “I didn’t expect the library to be so big.”
“I know,” Laurens agreed. “How could this fly?”
They exchanged a long look, Niels’ expression skeptical. Laurens probably looked confused. He normally did. But that was justified. The Eternal Library was supposed to have existed for over twelve thousand years. The Librarian was supposed to be even older. The information they’d been sent as they approached the solar system, colony ship limping and stuttering as it tried to slow down so that it wouldn’t overshoot the system entirely, said that the Librarian had walked on Old Earth.
Born there. Grew up there. Created the first Eternal Library and taken it to the stars. How a single person could possibly live that long, do that much, didn’t make sense. The Librarian would have to be a huge figure, larger than life, as white and fragile as spun zero-g glass.
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