Answer:
I have no voice but I can teach you all there is to know. I have spines and hinges but I am not a door. Once I’ve told you all I cannot tell you more.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
The more you work, the more I'll eat.You keep me full, I'll keep you neat. What am I?
I have a small hill with seven holes. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
What gets broken without being hold?