@Bats/Elspeth the ✨Sleep Deprived✨ FF Doctor (BLC, EDS) @ArthamFanGirl first chapter previous chapter A Secret Map I unfold the paper-the map-and notice the careful lettering, Oskar’s handwriting. Glancing over it, I see something else that marks it as something he made, a few spelling errors and the fact that Books and Crannies was labeled “My Bookstore”. Tink starts to point to a message scribbled across the top, but I slide the paper out from under his hands and fold it up, tucking it in my sleeve and standing, dragging Tink along. I grab a book as Oskar becomes visible around the corner, barely glancing at the cover. “Oh! Hello there Maddie, Tink, what is it you’ve found?” Tink shows a book first, and I double check my title when I catch a glimpse of his. “The Art of Itching,” Oskar reads aloud, raising an eyebrow, “Is something wrong? You’re hiding something.” Tink pales beside me, and I almost step back, separating him from the paper in my sleeve. “I understand, boy. It’s a very private thing. And as a matter of fact, it’s none of my business, is it? But if you’ve got an itchy rash of some sort, there are much more extensive books on the subject than The Art of Itching. Believe me, I’ve read them all, if you know what I mean.” Tink relaxes, and before Oskar can make him feel any weirder, I ask him about a book I remembered seeing, “Mr. Oskar, didn’t you get a book called . . . what was it, Pembrik’s Creaturepedia?” “Yes, I do believe I remember suggesting that one. Come now, young Tink, let me go see if I can find it.” I nudge Kalmar to follow Oskar and a creek behind me announces Janner’s arrival. We find each other back at Oskar’s desk and he says all the books are fine. Shoot, the map! I realize as we walk back outside. I slip it out of my sleeve and into one of my books. I almost mention the map, but hear the sound of hooves on stone. Janner pulls Tink around the corner of Nooks and Crannies, and I follow behind, looking around for the sound source. Tink appears beside me, trying to see around the corner, and I nudge him back.  “Look,” he hisses to Janner, “It stopped in front of the jail.” “What’s happening? Is it the Black Carriage?” “I can’t tell, Gnorm’s talking to the driver. Now be quiet before they look over here,” I whisper. We stand there until the carriage leaves. When I take a step back, I bump into something solid. “And how is your lame little sister and that mutt of hers?” I hear, and a claw grabs my shoulder, turning me to face Slarb. I pull back and adjust my grip on the books, Oskar would fuss if we returned them messed up. “It’s time to finish what I started yesterday, Igibys,” he cocks his head and looks past me to Janner for a moment. “Slarb! Are those the Igiby woman’s kids? Gnorm will stew you alive, if you come between him and his maggotloaf!” Thank you for distractions, I think sending a silent thank you to whatever Fang uses more brain power than Slarb. He spits venom at me and some lands on my hand. Once Slarb heads back into the jail, I shake the venom off best I can and all three of us run back home.

first chapter previous chapter The Journal of Bonifer Squoon As I reach to put up a book about ways to cook diggle meat, I feel someone watching me. I take the book back off the shelf and turn, a few inches from Zouzab. “That’s the wrong way to put it in,” he insists, snatching the book and climbing to the top of the shelf. “Here’s how,” he tells me, putting it in the exact same way. “Thank you, Zouzab,” I smile, but something in his face seems off. I search back through the rows of bookcases until Oskar’s desk is back in sight, along with one more box of books and an empty one Janner and Tink had been too short to stack. Picking up the empty box, I catch a glimpse of the label on the lid. Dang. Janner and Tink appear from the shelves and look at the lid in shock. Even Zouzab gets down from the shelves long enough to stare. I push the empty box into the pile, careful where they latch together, and come back to see the crate. “Aha!” Oskar yells, making everyone jump back a little, “I’ve been waiting all day to look through this one, my boys. It’s from Dang,” He adds the last few words in a whisper. “But-how? Who-who do you know in Dang?” Tink almost sounds like he’s yelling the question and I throw a hand over his mouth. “There are still Fangs, Tink. We don’t want anyone to find their attention,” I tell him, slowly removing my hand as Oskar pipes in. “You don’t want to spend another night in jail, do you?” I almost turn to look at him, but hold back. Of course he knows about that, he was right across from it, I remind myself. Tink changes his vice to a whisper, but still sounds more sure of his question, “Sorry, Mister Reteep. Who do you know in-” Oskar interrupts him, “I don’t know anyone on Dang. I found this old box along with the others, but I didn't want to draw any attention to it, so I piled it at the bottom of the wagon. I opened it long enough to see that it’s full of books. That’s all I know.” Oskar slowly lifts the lid as if the books may try to attack him. One title from his list suddenly surfaces in my mind, The Journal of Bonifer Squoon. I step back until I feel the shelving behind me, trying to get out of the way. Did he write about the Fangs? I wonder, Does it say anything about us? In the bottom of the crate, I see a book with a worn leather cover. And stitched with the Annieran Crest. Before Tink or Janner have time to see it, I lift it carefully from the crate and open the cover, not too surprised by the first message. This is the journal of Bonifer Squoon Chief Advisor to the High King of Anniera Keeper of the Isle of Light Read this without my permission And I will pound your nose Well, his warning is fair . . . I think, remembering the few unlucky enough to not listen to such statements. He may have been small, but he was still someone to watch out for. For more reasons than one. I bump into something wooden and look up, realizing I’d zoned out and walked into Oskar’s desk. “Uh, journal?” I stutter, trying to think of something to say. Oskar takes the book from me and places it inside his desk. Please don’t say anything about us. “That’ll be all then, Igibys. Stack those crates by the woodpile, and you can come in and browse the rest of the books all you like. Each of you may take home three volumes, but I must approve them before you go. Tink, you like to draw, don’t you? As I recall, I have an extensive collection of art books that you might find helpful.” With that, he led Tink away, leaving me and Janner with the crates. Once the crates were stacked, me and Janner left the small area and walked into different zones of Oskar’s maze. “Tink?” I ask, rounding a corner and seeing him crouched on the floor. “Hm?” He jumps, then relaxes a moment later, “Oh, Maddie, uh, Janner must have bumped into something earlier and it looks like there’s something stuck in there.” I crouch next to him and inspect the little opening, thankful for once for the melding as I slip my hand in and grab the parchment.

Vagabond-wanderer, stranger found this term in a book and really thought it was a made up term . . . Key chains - thwapton gameshow, thwapton gameshow, feather head BRACELETS purple-HS Pink-FF Yellow-RANGERS Green-WSYD ( whatever sprinkles your doughnut) Multi-TTH I also made some other stuff, but I either no longer have it or forgot I made it @Anaya the ✨ Unaligned Cheerleader✨ (FF, FAR, ASC, BLT, AMLC) @Breadstik (FF, ASC, BLC) @Matt's Edge (FF) @Seth the MuffinMan (HS Captain) @Mr. Banana II [FR, HK, HORC, NPP, ST, SA of SIA and CIA, ect.] @Wren [HS, TW, CE, BW, LEDS, ASC, BLC] @Rachel Blackburn (HS) (FAR cofounder)(BLC) @Fab (HS) @✨Bats the Sleep Deprived FF Doctor (BLC)✨ @andreajoy4jesus playing an online game Anaya-*yelling into the Mic every fight Stik-*mutes himself so people don't hear him laughing at anaya* Matt-*over planning for success Seth-*sabotaging people from winning whether it makes him loose or not Bana-*not paying attention, trying to have squirrels spy on everyone Wren-*distracting bana from talking to squirrels Rachel-*keeps getting on and off because of Steph and Sveta Fab-*protecting Rachel, beanz have hacked the game Bats-* trying to make people follow a really rough idea of a plan she disguised as a game Miss andrea-*is heard through Bats' Mic laughing at everything, has become immune to concern for crazies Unrelated, anyone else think it'd be cool if a fantasy museum existed? Like, a museum but instead of the exhibits you'd usually find, it's creatures people use in fantasy?( ex-dragons, elves, faries, dwarves) I think that'd be really interesting to go see

No clue where to put this but I'm thinking this is the only book where he gets mentioned by name, what is the ship captains name? Also, not part of my original question, what's the ships name? Looked up " what is the name of the ship captain in the wing feather saga?" And it told me Peer the Sock Man. Added " when they sail to the green hollows" and it now says "Jinto Qweb" anyone actually know his name? I was going to try tofind it, but the books moved and I'm guessing they are now somewhere in the attic along with narnia. So . . . help? Not a part of my story, that's on my computer and I can't get to my computer at the moment, but now its bothering me that I don't know the name of the ship or captain

@Bats the Overprotective Throne Warden✨✨(FF) (BLC) (Elite Door Smasher Captain) here you go! First chapter Previous chapter Books and Crannies After a lunch of apples and butterbread, me, Tink, Janner, and Podo walk to town, which I think the boys preferred. The closer we got to Oskars, the more jumpy they were. Though it’s a normal day, it seems silent compared to the amount of noise from the festival. I wave to the Shoosters as we pass. Glancing over to the jail, I see Gnorm laying in his chair, asleep. I’m not positive, but I think Janner almost tripped when he moved closer to Podo. “You lads run along to Oskar’s. I’ll be watching over ye from the tavern. I feel the need to wake up old Shaggy and wet my whistle, Podo tells us. Janner opens his mouth, then shuts it and stands up a little straighter, “Yes sir. Come on, Tink.” Janner waves to Zouzab, who’s sitting on the roof. “And hello to the Igiby children. I trust your time at the festival was pleasurable?” His words sound careful, like he knows more than he says. Like he’s planning each word carefully. “Yes, it was definitely a day to remember,” I tell him, “Not to be forgotten any time soon. Is Mr. Reteep inside?” “Inside, yes. Many are the books that arrived by wagon not an hour ago. Many new books for you to read, Maddie Igiby.” “Thank you,” We walk in, and Zouzab watches in silence. As we make our way to the back, Tink keeps stopping to look at the items scattered (Though quite carefully, as Oskar was quite specific about where all his little treasures went) across the shelves. “Look!” I turn around at Tink’s voice, laughing as he stares at a bowl full of dusty spectacles. Janner makes a sound and points to a green cylinder, a Snot Wax candle, when I look over. “Eh? Who’s there?” some of the books shift around until Oskar is visible, “Ah! Maddie, Janner, Tink, I didn’t hear you come in. There’s a lot of work to be done, so no dillydallying. Time for browsing later. Follow me.” The books slide back, hiding Oskar, and his steps sound off the wooden floors. After successfully getting to the back without any wrong paths, we see Oskar sitting in the back with a pipe. “Now, lads, I’d have thought your Podo would have taught you better than to laze around while an old man like me needs your help. What in Aerwiar have you three been doing out there?” “We were arguing,” I tell him, “About whether to turn at Skreean History or–” He waves his hand, “No matter. I believe it was the great Chorton who wrote, ‘To worry over dallying siblings is not worth the trouble when a large shipment has arrived.’ Or something to that effect.” Tink moves a few steps closer to Mr. Reteep’s desk, looking at a map spread across the cluttered desk.  I turn the map face down as Oskar walks over. “Easy, young Igiby,” he tells Tink, “Surely your brother and sister have told you that not everything here is permissible for young eyes. There are mysteries in the world that should remain mysteries for the young.” I glance back at him and see his face bright red, I smile as I step away from the desk, giving Oskar more room. “Where did all these books come from?” Janner asks. Oskar looks around his shop, admiring the rows of books a moment before answering, “The real question, young Janner, is where didn’t these books come from. I traveled all over Skree after the Great war, salvaging what could be salvaged. You wouldn't believe the rubble. Those rotten Fangs burned our homes and cities to the ground. But as it always does, the dust settled. As the Skreeans began to unearth life again, they also unearthed these treasures. Books. Only they weren’t treasures anymore. Not to everyone. I knew that I had to gather them up, preserve them. Most people were working so hard at rebuilding and adjusting to life with evil snake men breathing down their necks that they didn’t have time for books. They were given to me or sold for pennies. As the infamous Bweesley the Leaf Thief said in his memoir, ‘Cheap is almost free,’ Look around you, lads. This is the best of old Skree. Or at least, it’s what’s left of it.” I run my hand over the worn spines, remembering some of them from Anniera’s towns. “On Dragon Day,” Oskar continues, “the people who visit me come to remember who they were. They always leave sad. Now then, here’s what I need of you three. I’ll sit at the desk and keep record of the books and their categories-very taxing on the mind, I assure you-and you three unload the crates and stack them where old Oskar Noss Reteep tells you. Just holler out the title and author, can you handle that?” Janner and Tink nod, but a motion above the shelves distract me. I look up and see Zouzab sitting on the top of a bookcase, watching us. “-yes,” I hear Oskar say, pulling my attention back, “Get thee busy.” -BTW, anyone who remembers Little Fire from the last chapter, he's at the cottage. I didn't really know how to add him in

@Seth the MuffinMan (HS Captain) @Matt's Edge (FF) @Mr. Banana [FR, HK, HORC, NPP, ST, SA (of SIA and CIA.) ect.] @Anaya Wingfeather the Cheerleader (FF, FAR, ASC, BLT, AMLC) @Wren [LR, TW, CE, BW, ASC, BLC] @Ellie Mee @Rachel Blackburn (HS) (FAR cofounder)(BLC) @Fab (HS) Texting Fab-Who else is listening to Seth’s questioning? Rachel-Me. I’m in the room behind the judge Anaya-next courtroom over, listening through the wall Ana-in the jury with Matt Spags-Found a good view from the balcony Bana-in the ceiling with the squirrels Anaya-wait, Spags, I thought TTHers were banned except for Ellie and Matt. How'd you get in? Spags-crawled in the ceiling. Almost made Bana fall through Wren-Seth’s in court? Seth-*checked messages once and is now staring at Matt so he doesn’t laugh* Bana-everyone ready? Spags-in position Wren-what’s happening? Anaya-sitting in the hall, ready for signal Fab-ready Rachel-go! herd of thwaps and squirrels come in and chase everyone out Judge-order! Order! Seth-*stands up and walks to middle of the floor* Matt-*finally checks messages and reads through plan* Everyone in hiding-*comes out from hiding places* Matt-I can’t tell whether I should be proud y’all thought of that or disappointed you went through with it Seth trying to blend in while in the Middle Ground Human-so . . . what do you do for fun? Maybe we could hand out some time? Seth-typically? Make inventions, make Bounds, find ways to destroy TTH, occasionally throw a few people into the Abyss or Realm of Chaos . . . yeah, pretty typical. drinks juicebox Human-oh, I-uh, I usually just go . . . swim or something . . .  Seth-*processes what he said* oh, don’t worry about here. I have no desire to destroy here. Only the Thwap House. Human-oh . . . okay then . . .  Anaya*-spawns somewhere nearby and sees Seth* HEY SETH! WE GONNA FINISH OUR FIGHT OR WHAT? Seth-*turns around and glares* DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT THE SHARD!? Human-Uh, do I need to leave or . . .  Seth-Hm? No, you’re fine makes a portal and sends him and Anaya somewhere random to finish fight Human-*blinks in surprise* what in the world . . . .  Fab-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! BE GONE FROM THIS PLACE, SOCKLESS HUMAN! (the first started from a generator, this was so much more than what the generator said, though. second was from a random thought I had because a friend said something mildly concerning during lunch the other day and then ate like, some really kiddish food, and my first thought was, "gives Seth")