Sorcery of Thorns (Sorcery of Thorns, #1)

by Margaret Rogerson

She was no hero, just a girl in a nightgown who happened to be holding a sword.

me becoming important at work

It was always wise to be polite to books, whether or not they could hear you.

This was not like drawing a sword. It was like commanding an army. Becoming a god.

everything reminds me of her (Poppy War)

With the champagne glowing inside her stomach like a newborn star, she felt as though she had wandered into a dream.