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"It's my mother's journal." She replied, running a finger down the book's spine. "She had over a hundred." Chessie pointed out causally. Throwing a scowl at the she-cat, Judith continued, "Yes. But this was her traveling journal and this is the only one that survived the war." Her face relaxed as she looked up at James. "This can definitely help us."
carl sagan - “Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”