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You–very slowly, with care–approach the book on the ground, footsteps imperceptible as you near the black tome. Your mind wanders.. a holy book, most likely, or an orphanage pamphlet on cheap vellum. You just need to quell your curiosity and find out for sure. You kneel and pick it up from off the ground, turning it over in your hands and reading the cover.
LOVE BY MOONLIGHT by the author P.P. Kaye is a lascivious forbidden love story between man and monster caught between the crosshairs of the church and hunters. Can woman and beast find love beneath the light of the full moon? Can Imogen pierce Aragorn’s heart before a silver bullet? Can Aragorn fit his–.. well, you don’t need to read that part.
It appears to be a book about monster/human romance–no, smut–from the capitol. You hear these kinds of books are all too common among humans despite the church’s efforts to burn them en masse–more illegal on paper than in practice, they’re most commonly found in the purses of noblewomen about town.
You slowly cast your gaze from the book’s cover to the nun, and then to the cover, and then to the nun. There’s no way. She probably found this in the library or on the street and saw fit to destroy it. It’s heretical, after all. A woman of the cloth with erotica like this? No way. No way. Noooo way.
You try to stay the wicked smile that grows on your lips.
>Keep it, but keep it secret.
>Leave it where you found it.
>Offer her her book back.
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