The Elder nodded and gently ran his fingers over the cover of the book.  "I'll let you have any book from the front of the shop."  He said with a smile, gesturing to the bookshelves around him.  The storefront of Solomon's Bookshelf contained many many tomes with extremely tiny fragments of actual magical spells mixed in.  It actually wasn't too difficult to find them; they're always scribbled in the margins, or simply interrupt the text, as if bleeding in from a copy editor's nervous breakdown.<br/><br/>On the other hand, they were pleasant enough books, for cursed tomes of evil and danger.  Perhaps that was part of the charm of the place.  The Elder's black cat gave a soft mew, sitting and staring at Jasmine for a moment before gently rubbing against her ankles, walking purposefully in a circle around her, before imperiously walking off into the shadows of a bookshelf.