Library

Here you’ll find stories about the Pan-Dimensional
Emporium and its denizens, among other things.

Curl up with your favourite cosy drink
and enjoy reading!

Visitors asking for the library are told to follow the scent of well-read pages. It draws them through the Emporium’s halls to a room blanketed in books. Every wall is filled with shelves, overflowing into teetering stacks on tables, armchairs, and the floor. Diamond-grilled lifts lead upwards to the Day Room, where one might find clarity, and downwards to the Night Wing, where mysteries reside. Readers pause to don sunglasses or collect flameless lanterns,
and journey onwards wherever their curiosity leads.

The Emporium Chronicles - 1. Sky Pirate
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The Emporium Chronicles - 1. Sky Pirate

Time in the Pan-Dimensional Emporium was a questionable concept. Since it sailed through the void between worlds, there were no days, no months, no years, not even aeons by which to measure. Nevertheless, it wasn't too long after the new proprietor's arrival that the sky pirate appeared in the lobby.

It was quite the surprise to both of them. Being a sensible sort of person, the pirate responded to her sudden removal from her engine room by remaining calm. Being by nature polite, she finished wiping her oil-blackened hands on a rag before asking, "What's this place then?"

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Alba the Goblin Cat  - 1. Fur Coat
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Alba the Goblin Cat - 1. Fur Coat

Once upon a time, there was a goblin called Alba. He lived on the streets of a cold northern town. All year round the rain rained and the blusters blew, and it was all a little goblin could do to keep his paws dry. For if there were two things Alba hated, they were the wet and the cold.

If there was one thing Alba loved, it was food. Fish or fondue, chips or chapatis, marzipan or marshmallows, Alba the Goblin didn’t mind. He’d eat it all, and still go looking for afters. He could brave all the wet and cold in the world, as long as there was food at the end of it.

And so every night the rain rained and the blusters blew, and Alba the Goblin went out into the cold northern town to find his supper. And every night, Alba grew a little wetter and a little colder, and wished the weather would ease up just once in a while.

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