Sorcery of Thorns (Sorcery of Thorns, #1)

by Margaret Rogerson

“It’s been waiting a long time, that one,” it whispered. “So long since the Codex has known a kind touch, an open mind. But I see now that you are not the same as the other humans . . . you are different, somehow . . . yes, a true child of the library. . . .”

He digested her answer. “I’m not alive,” he said after a long, fatalistic pause. “Not in any real sense.” Elisabeth recoiled. “Necromancy,” she gasped, seeing his hollow cheeks and cadaverous figure anew. “No, not necromancy, you idiot child,” he snapped.

This part made me snort laugh so hard 😂🤣

Ink and parchment flowed through her veins. The magic of the Great Libraries lived in her very bones. They were a part of her, and she a part of them.

“God, Elisabeth, I’ve been doomed since the moment I watched you smack a fiend off my carriage with a crowbar. How could you not tell? Silas has been rolling his eyes at me for weeks.”