        He picked up a thick book and began flipping through the pages, clearly looking for something specific.  He passed by drawings of plants and trees and bugs and birds.  It had not struck her earlier, but the printing and binding quality of the books was pretty amazing.  There were clearly a number of these creatures whose special talent was book-making.  The paper was brilliant white, and the line weights were perfectly even.  Whoever had colored in the drawings had had the patience of a saint—she could not see a single color that strayed over its line.