Shadow Scale (Seraphina, #2)

by Rachel Hartman

My plan to leave Ingar in the library had a significant flaw: I was not immune to the siren call of books myself.

We produced the most unholy cacophony, like fighting tomcats or the blast furnaces of the Infernum.

If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at a point of illogic, an article of faith? Even an indisputable fact must be chosen as the place to start reasoning, given weight by a mind that believed in its worth.