Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
Before going to the library, Tamara and William stopped in to check on their guest. Tamara was not surprised to see that the doctor had fallen asleep, his head balanced precariously against the back of the settee. Yet she suspected that it was not merely the exertion of his journey that had wearied him so. The poor man, she thought, sleeps the dreamless sleep of the emotionally exhausted.
William tapped her shoulder and motioned for her to leave the doctor to his rest. As Tamara followed her brother down the hall toward the library, she admired the family portraits that hung on the walls around them. As a very small child she had spent hours staring at the oiled visages of her ancestors and making up stories about their lives. In her fancy, they had all lived highly romantic and adventurous existences fighting dragons, petting unicorns and generally saving the world. She supposed that this was the fertile field of imagination from which she reaped the ideas for her penny dreadfuls. Or perhaps her unconscious mind had been trying to prepare her for a more unusual fate than any young woman could ever have imagined as reality.
William pushed the door to the library open and they stepped inside.
