Ink and Bone (The Great Library, #1)

by Rachel Caine

So much should never be held in the hands of so few, for it is a natural, venal habit of men to hold to power. And knowledge is the purest form of power.

“Not all knowledge is books. Those out there, they’re history in stone. Men carved them. Men sweated in this sun to put them there, to make their city more beautiful. Who are you to say what’s worthy for men to see today, or tomorrow?”

Kisses could lie as well as words.

“Little rebellions. Wolfe was meant to die on the trip to Oxford. He’s an embarrassment and a risk. Living on borrowed time.” “But you’re still with him.” “Of course,” Santi said, and met Jess’s eyes. “Some people you don’t walk away from. I know you understand that.

“Nic, if you ever believed me, believe me now: I have to do this. If I was left alive for a reason, it was this one. To save that boy.” “I know,” Santi said. “I just wish you weren’t so bloody brave about it.” Wolfe hugged him. It was a sudden, fierce move, and Santi embraced him back. Jess knew what he was looking at, because he’d felt it. Love, and the pain of knowing that love wouldn’t be enough.