It was on a grim October morning that I chanced upon a rather odd and lengthy book while roaming about a particularly shabby library in Archangel, Virginia. The place was practically a historical monument as it was built in the early 1800's and survived the passing centuries with little repairs done to it; besides the modernized innovations, such as electricity and heating. "D. A." Turning that page, I found a list of words that did not seem to be English, though they were written with English letters. I read out loud in a hushed voice, "Nosaj Nhoj Thaed." I dropped.