The Last Book

    A little book lies unopened on the floor of Sloth's tomb.

    It was once larger. Far larger, they say, containing all of the Great Books which had yet to be written. Not the most well-written or the most read, but the most crucial-- the books that shape the destiny of a world.  Whenever an author completes one of these in the realm outside, the text of that work disappears from this tome. The strange volume has diminished greatly over time, as its pages vanish from beneath its cover to appear in the hands of humanity.

    What the truth of this matter is, I cannot say. I did not open the book on either of my visits, as my purpose was otherwise and time was pressing. But I can attest that it was noticeably smaller the second time I was there. Rather disturbingly so. I can only guess, but surely there is room for only one more book within those few pages.

    The Last Book! What will it say? What minds will grapple with it, and to what path will its words bend them? Who will wrest this Book, the Last Book, from the House of Unbeing?