Sorcery of Thorns (Sorcery of Thorns, #1)

by Margaret Rogerson

Nathaniel’s expression grew odd. “You like this place?” “Of course I do. It has books in it.”

“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

“In the future, I advise against using the laundry chute to dispose of magical artifacts.”

Looking down at him, her heart ached with a song that did not have words or notes or form, but strained nonetheless to be given voice—a sensation that was not unlike suffering, for it seemed too great for her body to contain.

She thought she understood what he was feeling, because she felt it too: a sort of joy and pain at once, an unbearable yearning of the heart.