Through the window, you see a bountiful glory of books line the walls in a beautiful, sometimes disorderly fashion, as if the small corner building tucked away within the larger, overbearing establishments, housed an ancient scholar's library. As you walk through the door, triggering a small bell that chimes above the threshold,  the faint smell of new print mingling with aging paper, dust, and faint leather waft through your nostrils. You've entered the domain of a Book Dragon or in other words a  bookstore. In my travels from cities to towns, most bookstores have an otherworldly aura that captivates the heart and inspires the imagination and spending so much time in them, I have a few that I feel that are my second home. Charming, beautiful, and elaborate in their ways; the Book Dragons are always happy to house a nomadic story-teller like me, and share their wares with others like them.