Full Fathom Five (Craft Sequence, #3)

by Max Gladstone

She laughed a laugh of dry leaves.

Cast a shadow complex enough, and one day it will look up. One day it will tear free from the wall to seek the one who gave it form.

She wasn’t whole. She did not remember what whole felt like anymore. But she felt better, at least.

Her eyes held neither pity nor humor, only a curiosity like Kai had seen in birds’ eyes, alien, evaluative, and predatory.

“Hell of a choice. Live imprisoned or kill everyone you know breaking free.” “Is it life if you’re trapped inside it?” “As long as you’re breathing, that’s life.”