Chimes at Midnight (October Daye, #7)

by Seanan McGuire

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, girl,” said Oleander’s haunt, still standing safely on the ground. “I never do,” I said.

Faerie: where it’s only a little weird to realize that my boyfriend is older than the internal combustion engine.

librarianship is a form of heroism. It’s just not as flashy as swords and dragons.”

I am the sea witch. I am the tide you fear and the turning you can’t deny. I am the sound of the waves running over your bones on the beach, little man, and I am not amused at finding you on my doorstep.”