Out of the Mirror, Darkness (Into Shadow, #7)

by Garth Nix

The cage still housed a small tribe of monkeys, who would howl and shake their bottoms at everyone who passed.

Same

He fixed things with talk far more often than with force. But what people remembered and talked about was always the action.

There used to be only two phones—to the booth and to the exchange—but Sol had heard Louis B. Mayer had four telephones in his screening room, so he had to have five.

LOL life in Hollywood is just one dick spinning contest

The shadow had definitely come out of the mirror, gone through the young woman and the dog, and disappeared.

The inscription refers to ‘a shadow bound in shadow,’ those bounds dissolved by a certain spectrum of the artificial light.

He had been shown the hidden library in Mrs. Hope’s apartment, accessed behind the vast, unused fireplace in a Spanish Colonial house that had been split into five separate dwellings. But she had shown him only how to open the secret door in case of trouble and had not let him examine the contents in any detail. In addition to the shelves of books, there had also been a cabinet of weapons, from the medieval to the modern, and a chemist’s bench—or, probably more accurately, an alchemist’s.

Mrs. Hope sounds fucking cool

Gnawer of Shadows is not really a good description—such an entity does not consume the shadow alone but all of its victims: body, shadow, spirit. Slowly and with relish.”

“Should I have Miss Celine brought there too?” “You won’t need to,” said Mrs. Hope. “Come nightfall, she will come to us.

CREEPY

were unobserved, darted forward, and placed a kiss on his lips before striding purposefully away. Harper raised his hand and touched his mouth, unable to prevent the awful thought that this momentary, fleeting kiss might be their last.

“But what afflicts Ellsworth is not some disease or condition that can be explained in our modern world. He has been possessed by an ancient evil, a creature of the deep darkness, long imprisoned, who was yesterday freed.”

A light that filled the pit not with the scent of burning sesame oil but with the rich, wet smell of a great river that could only be the Nile.

She spoke aloud, words Harper could not comprehend. They went in his ears and through his brain without lodging, and ever after he could not remember anything about them, not the sound or the meaning or the sense.