Sorcery of Thorns

She wasn’t a wielder of chains; she was a breaker of them. She was the library’s will made flesh.

“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon tha

She wasn’t a wielder of chains; she was a breaker of them. She was the library’s will made flesh.

“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

Books, too, had hearts, though they were not the same as people’s, and a book’s heart could be broken; she had seen it happen before. Grimoires that refused to open, their voices gone silent, or whose ink faded and bled across the pages like tears.

For these were not ordinary books the libraries kept. They were knowledge, given life. Wisdom, given voice.

“You belonged in the library, as much as any book.”

“Are all librarians like you, or is it only the feral ones who have been raised by booklice?”

“It’s an honor to fight by your side, Elisabeth, for however long it lasts.”

She felt as though she stood on a precipice, and that if she leaned forward, she would fall. She would fall, and drown with him; she would never resurface for air.

“Of course you can stay, you menace. It isn’t as though I could stop you even if I wanted to. And fine, I’ll help you. Not for any noble reason. I still think it’s a lost cause. We’re probably going to get ourselves killed. But every man has his limits. If there’s one thing I can’t do, it’s stand by and watch you demolish irreplaceable antiques.”

“Most people grow out of fairy stories,” he said. “Why did you carry on believing, when the rest of the world did not?”
“What is the point of life if you don’t believe in anything?” she asked instead.

“Most people grow out of fairy stories,” he said. “Why did you carry on believing, when the rest of the world did not?”
“What is the point of life if you don’t believe in anything?” she asked instead.

“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

“She now understood that the world wasn’t kind to young women, especially when they behaved in ways men didn’t like, and spoke truths that men weren’t ready to hear.”

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“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

“Dreadful things roam the shadows while the human world sleeps.”

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“Ink and parchment flowed through her veins. The magic of the Great Libraries lived in her very bones. They were a part of her, and she a part of them.”

“Ink and parchment flowed through her veins. The magic of the Great Libraries lived in her very bones. They were a part of her, and she a part of them.”

“You belonged in the library, as much as any book.”

Elisabeth, the quiet bookworm who gets to save the world; Nathaniel, the tortured, good looking, and sarcastic male love interest who’s got a tragic past; Silas, the mysterious demon guy who’s secretly just a soft boi at heart; Katrien, the ever so helpful and always resourceful best friend; and Ashcroft, the bad guy with a hero complex.

“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

“It was always wise to be polite to books, whether or not they could hear you.”

“When terrible things have happened to you, sometimes the promise of something good can be just as frightening.”

”There is always more than one way to see the world. Those who claim otherwise would have you dwell forever in the dark.”

”There is always more than one way to see the world. Those who claim otherwise would have you dwell forever in the dark.”

“Life is like the oil within a lamp. It can be measured, but the pace at which it burns depends on how the dail is turned day by day, how bright and fierce the flame. And there is no predicting whether the lamp might be knocked to the ground and shatter, when it could have blazed a lot longer. Such is the unpredictability of life.”

“You like this place?"
"Of course I do. It has books in it.”