Curiosity In The Isle Of The Cross By Hershel

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There is an intrinsic value to curiosity, one that few can place a price on. Curiosity was certainly at the forefront of the world's greatest inventions, an assertion disputed by few, but when examined closely, there is not a single event of mankind's existence that curiosity did not play a role in. This insatiable desire for knowledge, this undying desire to understand, this basic human faculty is what separates the sentient from the savage. Thus, it is quite an easy conclusion to assume that curiosity is a binary value, one that either glows bright or not at all. Unfortunately, such an assessment is naive at best. If everyone on this Earth possessed such a trait in equal quantities, no man would stand out from the rest. No, the flame
Perhaps the search for the mythical eighth novel of Herman Melville, namely the "Isle of the Cross", was not akin to her normal work, but it would certainly be worth her time, if only to pay the bills. At the moment, she was trudging through the most boring part of her job, though her thoroughness in its completion was what set her work aside from the others. Anyone passing by would have seen a a face hidden behind the Hershel Parker biography of Melville's life with long brown locks flowing from the sides of the rather dull book. In fact, her figure had drawn more than a few stares from the few patrons of the city's centerpiece, something the observant brunette was not ignorant of. In fact, even when encased in the fold of a trench coat, a garment from the past of her profession that she so adored, her curves were still rather distinguishable. Long legs gave way to wide hips, and in turn a noticeable backside, which gave way to a full torso which gave way to an unmarred face, her deep hazel eyes finishing off the look perfectly. In her mind, it was the biggest flaw she possessed, even if the attention she drew was flattering. In her line of muckraking, she was hardly interested in an awry gaze, and more than once it had been her downfall. Today, however, something else entirely would befall her, entirely independent of the charms she been