“There’s not even ‘fiction’ or ‘non-fiction’ sections,” Emily complained.

“Oh, that’s easy enough,” said the dragon. “It’s all lies.”

All of it?” asked Emily.

“There’s a room for true books,” said the dragon. “It’s small. And empty.”

“What’s wrong with your pig?” he asked.

“Nothing’s wrong with my pig,” said Emily.

“For I am Beatrice who send you on; I come from where I most long to return; Love prompted me; that Love which makes me speak,” said the pig.

“See?” said Emily.