The Book That Wouldn’t Burn (The Library Trilogy, #1)

by Mark Lawrence

“There’s writing on the cliff. High up. What does it say?” Yute glanced out of the window then shook his head. “It’s a name. Meaningless graffiti written at great risk for an audience of dozens. Some people strive so hard for centre stage—bleed themselves dry for your attention—and when they finally get there and the lights find them, they discover that all they had to say is ‘I was here.’ ” He frowned. “Though in truth, that might be an accurate precis of much of our great literature.”

Scent is a peg on which memories are hung.

Livira’s experience had been that things people don’t want you to talk about are generally true.

“One of the earliest philosophers told us you can’t step into the same river twice. The library taught me you can’t read the same book twice either—you’re

the river.”