Excerpt: Book of Moons

It is not a large book, about the size of one hand. It is bound in leather that looks black and shrivelled like elven skin. There a words enscribed in golden thread in a language I couldn't understand, until, looking deeper, I found I could. The Book of Moons, it says and a warning "Do not open this book, upon peril of your life." Being a curious boy, I would have read the book without the warning, though with it, I could not open the pages quick enough to fit my fancy.
When I opened the book, the binding broke, and the gossammer pages lit until glowing as a firefly. There on the page, in the strange, though comprehensible language, was another warning, and then every page held a different spell. The writing of the spells have a rythum I have never read before. A pat a pat a pat a pat, as if the words were drumming in my head as I read them. I could not put the book down, the moment seemed fiction even as I lived it. I felt I was within one of my stories, and I was not frightened.