Bookshops & Bonedust (Legends & Lattes, #0)

by Travis Baldree

Also, it seemed like an excellent way to ignore someone while they were sitting right in front of you.

Reading a book

“Knowin’ about somebody is on the other side of the Territory from knowin’ ’em.”

That’s the bookseller’s art, choosing just the right one for the person in question.”

Giving gifts involved a lot more careful navigation than it ought to.

For some reason, the concept of an author being a real person you might bump into on your way down the street seemed impossible to imagine.

“Gin,” replied the baker, sipping her own. “Smells like winter. Tastes like summer.”

“Fear is binding enough,”

“Never trust a writer who doesn’t have too many books to read. Or a reader, for that matter,”

More than any of the others, it felt personal in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Viv supposed that was what Fern had meant up on the bluff. About books and mirrors and that perfect moment of feeling seen.