Book Eight: Chapter 35

“What happened?” he asked.

“Fucking wheel broke!” The cyclops gave the cart a hefty kick, but it was held down by the weight of the hundred or so books that had fallen on top of it. “Fuck!” She gave the cart another kick.

“Here, let me help.” He crouched down and grabbed a couple of books.

“Don’t bother,” she said. “Help me fix the shelves first. I think some of the supports snapped when the cart crashed into it.”

They managed to free the first shelf and slide it back into place using the thick grooves along the side. The next shelf had cracked, but was repaired with the magic of the staff. The top shelf was not only broken in half, but the grooves had splintered, making it unusable.

“Damn!” Sofia waved her staff, but the magic flickered and faded. When she tried again, Mike could see the spell trying to take form and repair the grooves, but it kept fizzling before completion.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I have no depth perception and I’