There are two books.

First is the Book of Knowledge. You may write in it, but what you write will only be retained if it is unique and is not superseded. Many have written in this book, but only a few of those yet remain. For with each new bit of knowledge added, the old decays. Only the most infinitesimal amount remains from the earliest writers, and the vast majority of those who have written in the Book of Knowledge have been forgotten.

Next is the Book of Blood. You write yourself into this book with your own flesh, passing on only what you are and what you can impart by raising. Its knowledge is simple, but primal. Lessons learned here are learned for life, forever, and are all but indelible. But in so writing you are submerged in the blood, dissolved in it, with your contribution being less than a drop in a vein. Your blood will live on but you, and your name, will be forgotten. And if ever your blood should fail, which it does for some, there will be only oblivion for you.

There are two books.

You may write in only one.

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