Mag-log in
12th of June 2020, Carlisle, England.I ran my cold fingertips over the scarlet cover of the ancient book, softly teasing the textured paper as it folded and unfolded between my thumb. It almost felt like I was holding rose petals in my hands, but the book didn't hold the same fragrance of the exotic flower, but that of dust and spider webs.It wasn't ancient in the way it looked, but ancient in the way it felt.Raw.Carnal.A million mysteries captured in every compartment box of its ink-flowing texts.My eyes fixed on the shimmering gold letters on the cover of the novel. I traced it with my hands, letter by letter, and it sent a shivering tingle down my spine as I voiced the words out loud."Bloody Kingdom."The ruby-red flowed down every single word like blood pouring down white orchids. A bit of elegance lingering in its graceful composition, a bit of beauty in its making, hold