All the books in the Imperial Library will be burned,” he said. “That’s rotten!” said Annie. “Indeed it is!” the scholar said quietly.

Florence tucked Jack’s blanket tighter around him. “There, soldier. Warmer now?

The cloth sack had turned back into his backpack.

I wish we could go there,” he said. The wind started to blow. Jack looked out one last time at the Chinese couple. They seemed to be glowing like stars.

Spies? Foreigners? Egyptians? Romans? Persians?

Roberto led Jack and Annie across a.

There was silence.

And millions of books,” said Annie.

Come with me.” Roberto.

That burning lava is miles deep,” said Nancy. “Its temperature is over seventeen hundred degrees Fahrenheit.