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

by Mark Lawrence

The Assistant and the Soldier ran, chasing a new book. They were swift and tireless. They passed through the ferocity of the fire once more and got ahead of it. The Assistant couldn’t say why she pursued this particular book through the expanse of the library. A tawdry piece of fiction, a steamy romance written in a week by an author with a thousand titles to their name. But something drove her, and finding books was her business, so she didn’t fight it.

The Marquis and the House Reader’s Daughter

Her eyes filled with blue light that felt like tears, though she had never known tears. Confusion trembled through her.

“Oh . . .” A sob broke from him. He was too lost for anger. “. . . my sweet girl.”

DEFINITELY NOT CRYING

“W . . .” Clovis exchanged a confused look with Evar. “Kerrol, wait! Where are you going?” “To find your war, dear sister.” Clovis frowned, gave Evar a punch of sympathy in the upper arm, and walked off after their brother. “You should come too, Evar,” Kerrol called back. “I know where to find your girl.”