Literature
The Antiquarian
The Antiquarian
-Chapter One -
Two Things
I did two things on my sixteenth birthday. I hid under a table. Then I murdered a corpse.
Hiding under the table was less dramatic but just as messy. The table was in Nolan's Rare Books where I worked and not more than half a mile from where I was born and raised. It hadn't been easy getting the job, apparently some people still think that being blond and a girl means that you simply can't know about old books. Luckily my dad, who happens to be the mayor, knocked a few hard heads together and got me the job. Being the daughter of the Mayor has its advantages.
So, the shop. Tall and ramshackle, wi