After your nightly routine you settle down in your bed and assume a horrible lounging posture. You reach down to the bag beside your nightstand to grab another one of Twilight’s recommended readings at random. You honestly had no idea what she had in there besides a five pound thesaurus and that sci-fi fantasy. But judging by the bag’s heft she’d overestimated your reading ability and your enthusiasm. A narrow book with leather binding fills your fingers. Perfect, a small one. You retrieve the book and settle back down in your comforter. Scarlet-Hewn Wings—A Tale of Love and Tragedy.