I'm on a roll people!

So I figured out that I like this story so I'm going to continue it until I run out of stuff.

He dragged his slain deer back to his cave and began to start a fire; he piled sticks upon the ashes of his previous fires and closed his eyes. Instantly flames leapt to life within the sticks, he opened his eyes and rolled the deer onto the fire. He sat below one of the trees that formed a half circle around his campsite and opened the only book that still remained for the great library he had once managed. In the library there had been a plethora of books on various topics from the history of man to the intricacies of magic. He had of course read most of them. The one he held in his hands was the only remaining book from those times before the world had regressed to its current state, the book he held was the last book on time magic which was even speculative during his time. He opened the book once again and began to read.