This choice: A normal woman pointing wickedly at a crowd of people, all stuffing their faces! • Go Back... It should not have been a surprise to her that this was no ordinary book, yet Dakota's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the strange illustration that occupied the pages. It was a picture of a woman, pointing at a crowd of what—at first glance—looked like a strange creature with human faces and appendages. It wasn’t until Dakota looked further that she realized that the “cloud” was really an artist’s rendition of a group of incredibly obese people! And the only thin figure, the woman pointing an accusatory finger at all the fat people, was the one that looked like her!
Dakota held her breath.
It was uncanny; Dakota may as well have been on the page! The curve of her face, the slight of her nose—even the tilt of her smile was a dead ringer for Dakota’s! She had dark hair and they shared an eerily similar scrawny build. If Dakota ever dressed up for the renaissance fair, she could have given the woman in the book a run for her money. They were… almost identical!
“Weird…” she whispered, picking the surprisingly thick paper between her forefinger and thumb.
On the next page, Dakota finally found text—the title page, more specifically. the Liponomicon was written in a fine cursive script between two laurels, with a list of names written underneath in various handwritings. Jessica-Beth Tremaine, Abernathy Polluck, Ashley Blackfoot, and a few other names that were a bit more illegible thanks to time. Dakota could make out the presence of oriental kanji, too—this book had practically travelled around the world, just to get to her!
How old was this thing?
Dakota paused, feeling her heart beat inside her chest. She glanced over the names, running two long fingers across the dried ink. She traced the name of one of the Liponomicon’s previous owners idly, feeling a chill go down her spine. She paused as she reached the ‘k’ on Abernathy Polluck, her breath short. She glanced around, in search of a pen…
Dakota Johnson quickly joined the list of names, her curly-cue script standing out as somewhat more modern than the archaic handwriting and faded print. She smiled satisfactorily, and flipped the page…
A foreword…
Hark those who may readeth this tome—a warning ere thee continueth. This not be a simple text written for those common folk, but a work of works meanteth for him or she who has't a most wondrous fortune and power that lie ahead.
Bend the wills of Man to thine, and make thy vengeance slow
Dakota couldn’t believe it, this was… this was a spellbook! An actual, honest to goodness spellbook—that actual witches had used! With annotations from previous owners, and recipes and incantations and spells! This… this couldn’t have been real, could it?
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