Kahlan-Lilith

I May Not Know Who I Am While her child was taking a nap on their pillow pile, Scarlet was searching through the books and old journals in her room for the next one to read. Her past self must have acquired those over her whole childhood, one or two at a time. Having all of them at once, all waiting to be read for the second first time, was almost intimidating. She picked one at random to examine and saw that it was in a language she couldn't understand. How odd, she thought. Why keep in your room a book you can't read? She put it back on the shelf and kept looking. She soon realised that a small but quite noticeable chunk of her collectio