The Bookshop

Somewhere in the heartand of America, resting in a comforting mess of old-time shops, is a dingy antique bookstore. If you knock on the door or rattle the doorknob, the owner will refuse to answer. Repeated actions might make him yell out "CLOSED!" but he will still not come to you.

This is how he weeds out the ordinary customers.

Go to the bookstore with an old book and a golden pin in your left hand. Prick your right ring finger with the pin and write on the front window "I have a book" with your blood. It doesn't matter how small the prick is; enough blood will come out for the message. The owner will open the door to you. He is a small, wiry man with a hunchback and one glaring glass eye. He will favor you with a crooked grin and tell you that in exchange for the book you hold, you may take one book away with you.

Perusal of the shop will lead to you finding the one book you need to change your life the way you want it. Be warned, however: not all the books are as helpful as they appear on the surface, and none of them reveal how to change your life by nonritual means.