There are so many books! There are books about vampires who are trying to make friends in new homes and books about Linnipese revolutionaries throwing off the yoke of Ertydoan oppression and books about people falling in love during the early days of wizardry and books about climbing mountains and books about crises of faith that end in exultant affirmation of the divinity of Sennah and books about Oridaanlan princes who run away to seek nonmaterial fulfillment and books about dragons in which their sequestered disabled cousins serve as a poorly drawn metaphor and books about singers in the cut-throat popular music business and books about sickly lights who inspire their family members to become better people and books about barristers throwing it all away to pursue sculpture and books about florists with allergies and fictitious plant-related magical abilities and books about people who like to spend their time pretending to be pre-colonization wise women or rugmakers or scribes and books about breeding talking cats for fun and profit.