Delaney held her breath while she waited for the answer, and it came out in a whoosh at Lycia's confident response. "I. . . Thank you. Like, really."
The door, was something Delaney felt like she knew. "It's not so much a door. . . as darkness that fades into an impossibly long aisle of books. The shelves extend up for like a long, long way until they're twisted together in unnatural ways. And at the end of the aisle is a light. Yeah. . . that's it."
Delaney looked towards Hector, then the twins, "I think we should do this tonight. We have to," She added quickly. "I don't want that thing to have time to prepare or something." Later she can explain the spell to Lycia, and allow her to read it for herself.
The door, was something Delaney felt like she knew. "It's not so much a door. . . as darkness that fades into an impossibly long aisle of books. The shelves extend up for like a long, long way until they're twisted together in unnatural ways. And at the end of the aisle is a light. Yeah. . . that's it."
Delaney looked towards Hector, then the twins, "I think we should do this tonight. We have to," She added quickly. "I don't want that thing to have time to prepare or something." Later she can explain the spell to Lycia, and allow her to read it for herself.