Posted by Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in Quill And Parchment Books- Working Hideaway
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Quill And Parchment Books- Working Hideaway
She nodded as she continued to browse the titles. “My father was definitely not a Luddite, but he focused on whole being wellness. That included the way spirituality and connection played a role in physical and mental well being.” She flashed a smile at Massat. “He was about more than just plant potions.”
“Do you have any books here that you personally think are important?” she asked. Acquiring books for sale and sharing did not mean that Karilan themself didn’t have any personal favourites and she was just plain curious.
~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov
Massat smiled and said “I believe all books are important, Madame. But for many different reasons. For instance…” and he led her to one of the pedastle cases. “…this.” The book in the case was very old. It was open, and a picture depicted a monstrously large tentacled creature with its appendages wrapped around some kind of submersible craft that was floating on the surface of the water. Figures, human males from the look of them, seemed to be fighting the creature with primitive tools and weapons. Knives, axes, spears… one figure was in the motion of throwing a wicked looking barbed harpoon.
Eela leaned in, peering at the illustration with fascination.
“Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea.” Masaat said, his eyes resting in the book like a long-awaited friend. “Human author Jules Verne. It was published in, according to the Old Earth calendar, in 1870. Some five hundred plus years ago. This is the oldest surviving edition, published in 1910 of that world’s calendar. I believe it to be very important because it helped humanity accomplish what it has. But…” and he led her to specific shelf on one of the bookcases. He pointed at a small, black book. On the spine was an odd symbol of some kind with the words Mein Kampf written below it. “This book is also important for that very same species. Because this book was written by a lunatic and madman… who also happened to command a great army and an entire country. That man, the author, murdered millions… because of bigotry and hate. He started a war so massive in scale it was a World War. So this is also important to show how a species must learn to overcome evil.”
“Balance and perspective,” she said softly, inhaling slowly. When her gaze returned to Karilan, it was pensive. “No matter how often we’ve learned lessons from the past, or think we have, sometimes we have to go through it again. And again. I served as a first officer during the Battle of Sector 001 and not all that long after the Dominon War broke out.” She didn’t continue and simply moved about the shelves.
Dasca stopped once more in front of the science section, skimming the titles, looking for a familiar spine. It wasn’t that she needed the book for her own collection. She had inherited original editions of every one by that author (naturally), and then of course her mother’s own books had always been in her collection. But this particular author had bene not only prolific but exceptionally long-lived.
And then she found one, breaking into a smile. It would have been strange not to find one, as old as this floor’s collection was. And it was admittedly one of the harder to find ones, given the woman had started publishing books on Botany and Ecology well before she had even finished her Doctorates in the subjects. This one though, was her first non-academic book titled The Galactic Floral Shop-how similar plants evolve across space by the late Doctor Quiri Suusa, published in 2285. Eela reached out a finger as if she might tap the glass but was careful not to. “This is a really good one. Make sure someone special acquires it, and not some collector only interested in the investment. As a favour to me?” Dasca didn’t use the word favour lightly either, especially on this colony where political favours could mean something specific to some people. This was a personal favour, yes, but meant as more of a plea than anything else. The thought of some rich person with a pile of rare books on a shelf for only the monetary value they held broke her heart.
~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.
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