As the young man fled down the dusty path intervening betwixt the multitude of book shelves, a trail of misty dust flared from his escape. Jame hurridely scribed upon her parchment, the ink gliding unto the smooth paper. Sending the worded decree from her hand, to the air and levitating, a light framed around the paper. Jam spoke in an ambient, echoing voice:

From strong Patroclus' hand the jav'lin fled*

The words blazed to life upon the parchment. Through the shimmering light, a long, black metal rod soared from the paper. A seven inch serrated spike tipped the end of the shaft. Tearing into the air, the speeding barb neared Grey. And with a loud crack, the fatal contraption hit home, pinning Grey into a nearby shelf.
Hastily, Jam made her way to her captured prey. Clearly speaking to herself, Jam's voice echoed her running thoughts

Unknown to me are the contents of my
Sought after item, he so holds to his
Breast, a tome of desire it seems to be

The tranquil, but startled man examined his infliction. The wicked barb had merely spoiled his garments, a trifle effect. Jam, still conversing with herself, approached the downed man. Once again, her voice lifted as did the parchment

Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat**

A tornado of browned and blackened leaves swirled from the paper and clouded onto Grey. Encompassing all but Grey's head and arm holding the book, they seemed to melt to his body. With a polite, girlish voice, Jam spoke

So, whatcha' readin'?


*--Alexander Pope, The Iliad of Homer, 16.566
**--Frost, "Hyla Brook", 11

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My B. A. characters:

Alexi
Asher
Jam