Whatever sense of forboding the book should have have, dark shadows that would crawl across its human skin bound surface, what met your gaze was remarkably .. ordinary. A book slightly larger than a modern day paperback, a dull brown exterior jacket on which was inscribed<em>Le Chien de l’Onyx—Sa Fonction et Son Origine Mystérieuses.</em><br/><br/>The book simply sat there, making no attempts to move, speak, attack, or do anything else of interest.<br/><br/>"If you wish to examine it, I would request you put on a pair of gloves." said Duponte. "I do not wish any damage to come to it."