Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians (Alcatraz, #1)

by Brandon Sanderson

You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It’s really funny.

The creature obviously wasn’t human. It was misshapen—its arms were far too wide and long, and they jutted out of the body in a threatening posture. In a way, the upper half of its body looked like an enormous “M,” though I had rarely seen a letter of the alphabet look quite so dangerous.

It is a writer’s greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of his books. It goes back to authors being terrible people who delight in the suffering of others. Plus we get a kickback from the caffeine industry.