Random lines tell a story

Occasionally I choose a page, a paragraph, a line across my LORE books at random to see what happens. Not out of boredom but because it has amazed me to find that there is, for the most part, flow. This time it was page 250, line 25-ish, and this is what happened:

And now, inexplicably, twelve seers were dead. (Infinity Mantle)

Erected of an unknown blue stone, there were crypts both large and small. (Kinfire Tree)

The clearing floor was a sea of writhing blackness, click-clicking metallically, surreal and strange, utterly terrifying. (Drowned Throne)

Humankind on Valaris closed in on extinction. (Dragon Circle)