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“The inflammation of your brain, Miss Scrivener,” he explained patiently. “It is quite common among women who read novels.”
didn’t grow up in an ordinary library. I grew up in a Great Library. You may scoff at books, but you have never seen a real book in your entire life, and you should count yourself lucky, because you wouldn’t survive a moment alone with one.”
Nathaniel’s expression grew odd. “You like this place?” “Of course I do. It has books in it.”
She felt an alarming urge to press her face against his belly, as though he were truly a cat and not an ancient, immortal being.
If I were banished, my loss would be an inconvenience for Master Thorn. It alarms me to imagine the state of his wardrobe. He would offend young ladies with his cravat.”
“It isn’t dead,” she shouted back. “I would be greatly obliged if you could make it dead, Magister,” the Director said. “As quickly as possible, for all our sakes.”
She wasn’t a wielder of chains; she was a breaker of them. She was the library’s will made flesh.
