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

by Mark Lawrence

“None of us really know what we’re here for or what we’re supposed to be doing. So, we shout out, hoping someone will hear, hoping someone will see us and reveal the great secret.”

“In you I see a spark like no other, and when you’re grown, I hope it will become such a light that it will show us a way out.”

All of us steal our lives. A little here, a little there. Some of it given, most of it taken. We wear ourselves like a coat of many patches, fraying at the edges, in constant repair. While we shore up one belief, we let go another. We are the stories we tell to ourselves. Nothing more.

you take yourself with you wherever you go. Money can’t buy a new you.

secrets always seemed to escape if given space.

“Old dogs can teach us new tricks. An old dog shuffles on, relentlessly happy, still interested in the world. Even when they’re too worn out to run it’s still there—no bitterness, no regret, no looking back, just on to the next thing with amiable confusion. Dogs are nothing but good.”

“You didn’t think you had enough to read already, my friend?” Synoth managed a wry smile through his beard. “It’s always the books you don’t have that call to you, you know that. Not the ones already on your shelf. They can wait.”