"I was the third son of a well-off Livehouse, so I went into trade, and it turned out that the man I was apprenticed to was involved in a few of the odder mystery cults and for whatever reason, he moved me from the business side of things to the cult library." It's not a particularly glamorous story, but nothing really is when you're fifteen. "They hadn't really done anything to sort their books other than box them by size, and I learned how to care for them through trial and very dramatic errors."