The Magician King (The Magicians, #2)

by Lev Grossman

“Son of a bitch,” Dauntless said. “He caught it.” Dauntless was a talking horse. She just didn’t talk much.

“Well, by the third day Janet and I were considering having sex with each other just to relieve the tedium. And then, like a dark angel of mercy come to safeguard my virtue, Julia appeared.

you could only explain your Gödel, Escher, Bach references so many times before it starts to be a problem.

You could almost see the waves of anger coming off her, like fumes off gasoline. Quentin touched his cheek where she’d hit him. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Not sorry enough.”