“In this box are all the words I know, he said. Most of them you will never need, some you will use constantly, but with them, you can ask all the questions that have never been answered and answer all the questions that have never been asked. All of the great books of the past and all the ones yet to come are made with these words. With them there is no obstacle you cannot overcome. All you must learn to do is to use them well and in the right places.”

"That's the end of the chapter, sweetie. Time to go to bed now." I closed the book and kissed my daughter good night. She fussed at me - "Daaad - it's summer vacation!" - but acquiesced. I stood up and walked over to the light switch by her dresser to turn out the light when I noticed something that hadn't been there 15 minutes earlier, when we'd started reading the next chapter of The Phantom Tollbooth together. A small, red-lacquered box about the size of a schoolbook. Choosing not to rile tired grade-schoolers, I turned out the light and then picked the box up before closing the door behind me.

My curiosity piqued, I went downstairs and sat down in my leather armchair, opening the box. Inside, there were words - tiny words, printed on scraps of paper, by the hundreds if not thousands or even millions. My mind raced as I looked from the box to the classic Norton Juster volume and back again.

Intrigued, I walked over to my bookshelf and picked up a different volume without even looking at the title. Between the divorce, the years of dead bedroom that had preceded it, and the current nightmare commute, it had been far too long since I'd even been on a date, let alone had sex. Sitting back down in the chair, I flipped past the title and to a random passage. As I began to read aloud, part of my brain noted in passing that it was an urban fantasy title.

Note: I'm putting this up a couple weeks before I'll be ready to start writing in earnest thanks to travel obligations for the holidays, but I'm (cautiously) optimistic that I just might have somebody willing to talk outlines or plot points before we dive into writing.

If it isn't obvious, the box came out of the book because I read it out of the book. So... what (or who) comes out this time? And will it be a pleasant experience, or one that's a bit hazardous?

Hard, no fucking way (pardon the pun) limits: Incest, non-sexual bodily fluids, vore/snuff, animals

Yes, please: mad passionate sex, a command of the language, affirmative consent.