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The spirit put a hand on Phoebe’s arms, and they floated up to visit the new expanded library. Apart from the difference in size from the old one, there was another change, a phantom outside the door keeping everything and everyone out.

It was a spectral figure; one Phoebe had read about. It had no permanent shape, often changing shape depending on the observer’s deepest fears. To temporary visitors of the space, it looked like a faceless humanoid creature cloaked in flowing red robes whose edges dissolved into mist.

"This is the keeper." The Saxon spirit introduced to Phoebe "It is a sentient and intelligent being that knows all the secrets of the space. It was once a mortal that married a guardian if the space and surrendered his soul to stay with her forever here, living as the library’s eternal guardian."

When Phoebe tried to go in, it stopped her.

"Password." It demanded.

Phoebe looked at the Saxon spirit, her eyebrows shot up as she was confused. The spirit rolled its eyes and sighed.

"Ask the question." It told the keeper.

A whisper like voice came from it. "I am boundless but can be contained. Without me, all is lost, what am I?"

"Knowledge." Phoebe blurted out.

Suddenly, an axe appeared in the keeper’s hands, Phoebe got the message immediately; her answer was wrong. What the spirit had not told her was that being cut with a curse was a consequence of one giving the wrong answer.

"Err, time." she squealed out.

The axe vanished, as did the keeper and Phoebe marched into the library freely.

"Will it be like that all the time?" she asked the spirit. "I am not good at guessing games."

"No, he just likes to tease the newcomers." It answered.

Phoebe frowned, "Hey, I am not a newcomer."

The spirit floated high up but Phoebe could still hear its voice. "In the new space, you are. This is the real space Phoebe, not the old one, now you can even see and speak to the old guardians of the space if you wish. Be warned however, they don’t like to be disturbed so it is likely that they will not respond to your call unless the space is endangered."

She directed some energy to her feet and followed it, floating in the air with ease. From above the library was even bigger that she imagined, it defied every sense of space and time.

Towering shelves made of starlit obsidian spiraled endlessly into the boundless sky, the edges of the shelves glimmered faintly as though carved from stars. An ethereal mist traveled above, carrying the smell of aged parchment and ink, with other aromas Phoebe could not place.

She glided in the air like a bird, moving from one shelf to another, most of the books were dedicated to ghosts, spirits and supernatural phenomena. Their titles glowed softly, and books whispered as if they were alive. Many were bound in materials the seemed impossible to fold like crystals and barks of ancient trees.

A few books were related to musical spells, they put a smile on Phoebe’s face as they hummed softly, their pages vibrating with energy. There were other books which she noticed were eerily silent, their content hidden behind enchanted locks.

Phoebe picked up a few books, reading each title loudly.

"Journals of ghostly histories, Manual of spirit catching, Guide to otherworldly beasts, Forbidden arts and how to counter them, Spirit contracts and their making, Philosophical thoughts on the afterlife. The troubles of reincarnation. How to survive a witch hunt. Love spells and happily ever after."

She looked at the Saxon spirit and shook her head, "Wow, who collected some of these books?" Phoebe picked up one that was moaning lewdly in a disturbing manner, "The key to magical seduction and enchantment. Who the hell wrote this?"

"Take a look at the back, there is always a name." It answered.

Phoebe flipped the purple book over, "Janice Mortimer," She put it back on the shelf with a look of disgust on her face. "First of all, gross and secondly, this book was written in 1656. What in the drunken mead were witches drinking in that year?"

The Saxon spirit laughed, "I told you that Moria has an ancestor like that, I just didn’t expect you to find her book in here. I did not collect it for your information, it was another guardian, and he collected it because it is too dangerous to be out there. Imagine the damage Moria Mortimer would do with such a book, David would be bewitched."

"Then I am glad that it’s here and not out there." Phoebe shot the book one last sneer and moved along.

Surprise fell on her face when she found a section on pregnancy and motherhood which made her gasp as the books ranged from human to supernatural.

"Eternal bonds, a guide to raising the mortal and immortal. The moon’s blessing, a werewolf mother’s journey through pregnancy." Phoebe frowned at the Saxon spirit. "How is this even real, I feel like I stepped into another dimension."

She wondered how people would react if they got their hands on these books.

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"Look at this one." She pulled out a book with fangs, "When your baby eats moonlight, survival tips for vampire moms!!!" Phoebe loudly exclaimed as she read the title, her exasperation deepened as she continued on to other books, "So you’re growing a tail, strange side effects of supernatural pregnancy."

That book made her chortle, she would probably need it too if she got pregnant and grew a tail out of the blue.

"Soul thread, maternal love across reincarnations. From flame to flesh, a Phoenix’s guide to parenthood. Cursed cravings, how to satisfy a pregnancy appetite for stardust. My baby eats souls, but that’s okay!" She shoved the book back, shaking her head. "No, it’s not."

The Saxon spirit highlighted a picture on the book. "It is for specters."

Phoebe was so intrigued that she continued, "Ghost babies don’t cry but they do float." she chuckled loudly. "How to stop your dragonling from setting the nursery on fire." She looked at the Saxon spirit. Her eyes were asking, is this even real?

"Dragonlings are children of dragon shifters." It said casually.

Phoebe did not even know how to address it, so she just continued rifling through books. "Tentacles, wings and everything in between, a monster mom’s guide to parenting. From fangs to first words, vampire toddler tales." She paused and frowned. "There are a lot of books here on vampire babies, one in particular is a guide on how to disguise them as human babies. Now I am scared of taking my kids to daycare because some vamp baby will snack on them."

She saw a book that made her eyes light up and she picked it up. "Check this one out. Mama needs a spell, self-care for witches expecting magical offspring." She opened the book and perused through the table of contents, there was information on building a magical nursery, potions for pregnancy glow, dealing with magical cravings, soothing hexes for hormonal mood swings, wardrobe enchantments, preparing for a supernatural birth, postpartum potions and spells."

Her finger stopped and she raised her head in shock, "When your baby casts their first spell, what to do when your unborn magical offspring suddenly charms your broomstick or teleports your cat to a parallel dimension!!"

She had a great desire to say, oh crap!!