That *is* fun.

Dec 01, 2015 11:30




(Thanks, janetlin)


For celeste9 (Temeraire, Laurence~Temeraire, reading)

It was an aged book, heavy, with gold-edged pages and thick board covers under the embossed leather, and might almost be granted, Temeraire could admit with some pleasure, the status of 'tome'. Irregardless his opinion of the printed material, and his justified pride in the bookbinder's skill, this volume had a special value to him provided by later hands.

Too well bred to sigh, Laurence opened the bible to the front flyleaf and once again read out his entire family tree.

fic, writing

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