Gallahan Cartier was an author. But he was not a celebrated one. He was not even someone who could be considered obscure at the very least. In fact, he was someone who has not finished a single novel of his own yet. Despite his best efforts, they were all left hanging. He did not know why but he could not seem to write until the very end of even just one of his stories. It always felt as if something was missing, leading him to stare at a blank paper.
So because of that, he immersed himself daily into books with the thought that this could help him obtain the necessary knowledge to polish his works. He was positive that this would somehow reveal to him those missing pieces, the souls of his pieces. After all, one cannot give what one does not have. If his books were lacking vital information, then he must do his best to attain them.
