The beginning was fine. Just fine. As the work unfolded, the embers began to glow with heat. Had she been paying attention, she would have heard the crackling.
Lazily, the flickering of the flame caressed the pages of discarded knowledge, setting them alight. She continued her task, unaware.
The fire reached still-hot coals from previous books, gaining speed and girth.
As if from a dream, she woke to the inferno, gasping. Its tentacles danced closer, taunting. Perhaps she could outrun it.
Momentum grabbed her wrist and violently drug her away. Panting, she looked back. Ghosts of smoke hinted at the horizon.
Now she could sleep.