Bookshops & Bonedust (Legends & Lattes, #0)

by Travis Baldree

She decided it was a good thing she could still see the bruises on Highlark’s neck while he rewound her bandages, because it kept her from throttling him a second time.

She slept hard. She slept late. And when she woke, she wanted to eat the whole world.

Besides, total ignorance never stopped me from trying anything before.

“You’re just trying to make it to the other end, and while you’re in it, there’s nothing to either side. Only the way forward. You know, the tunnel. Maybe when you find a way out, you can look around, but until then …”

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

“You do something for years and years, and the only reason you continue is because once you stop, you won’t really have anything.”

“Every book is a little mirror, and sometimes you look into it and see someone else looking back.”

“Small stones tossed in the river. A thousand tiny prayers. The course is turned,”

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

“Because I’m headed down the hill, and you’re headed up it. I’m just glad we chanced to meet on the way.”

And as Tandri laughed, waiting for the full story, Viv was grateful for all the wrong times that had led to this right one.