Lisa and Angel stared intently at the book. As if they were trying to will it to speak to
them or explain itself somehow.
Angel crinkled her nose. " Well, what kind of book do you think it is?"
Lisa looked at her oddly. "How should I know what kind it is, I'm not a damn librarian!"
Angel cast a downward glance at her feet as she shuffled them.
Lisa sighed inwardly, " I'm sorry to snap at you like that, but I really don't know what
kind of book this can be, do you have any ideas?"
Angel straightened up and said, "Maybe it's a diary of some kind from a bunch of
centuries ago?"
Lisa thought to herself, it could be. She decided to open it and try making some sense out
of it. The markings on the inside cover were beautiful they looked almost Celtic. As she and
Angel turned a few more of the pages they noticed that the lines written on them looked as if they
were in some kind of arrangement, almost like the spells they've read in their own spell books.
Angel chuckled to herself. " Maybe we could try and read some of it. You learned Celtic
didn't you?"
Lisa mimicked her laugh; " I guess we could, what harm could we do except make idiots
of ourselves and sound dumb-asses."
They each pulled up a chair at the altar and decided to take a crack at it. The light from
the afternoon sun was fading, so they turned on a floor lamp in the living room and started.
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