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“Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“You belonged in the library, as much as any book.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Cassian was sizing up Nesta, a gleam in his eyes that I could only interpret as a warrior finding himself faced with a new, interesting opponent.

Then, Mother above, Nesta shifted her attention to Cassian, noticing that gleam- what it meant. She snarled softly. 'What are you looking at?'

Cassian's brows rose- little amusement to be found now. 'Someone who let her younger sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.' My face began heating, and I opened my mouth. To say what, I don't know. 'Your sister died- died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don't expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make- and insult my people in the process.'

Nesta didn't bat an eyelash as she studied the handsome features, the muscled torso. Then turned to me. Dismissing him entirely.

Cassian's face went almost feral. A wolf who had been circling a doe... only to find a mountain cat wearing its hide instead.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Poi però arrivarono di colpo, come una folata di vento, il ricordo di corpi dissolti nell'aria, di proiettili che le piovevano addosso, di fughe nel bosco. E la sensazione del precipizio che la chiamava, che sapeva il suo nome.”
― Chiara Cecilia Santamaria, Le Cinque Rive

“You like this place?"

"Of course I do. It has books in it.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“I love you, too," she said.

Nathaniel's brow furrowed. He turned his face to the side and blinks several times.

"Thank God," he said finally. "I don't think unrequited love would have suited me. I might have started writing poetry.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“It was always wise to be polite to books, whether or not they could hear you.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“God, Elisabeth, I've been doomed since the moment I watched you smack a fiend off my carriage with a crowbar. How could you not tell? Silas has been rolling his eyes at me for weeks.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Books, too, had hearts, though they were not the same as people's, and a book's heart could be broken: she had seen it happen before. Grimoires that refused to open, their voices gone silent, or whose ink faded and bled across the pages like tears.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“I knew you talked to books. I didn't realize they listened.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“You unmanageable, contrary creature. You have made me believe in something at last. It feels as wretched as I imagined.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Tempting as the prospect is," Nathaniel said, "we are not attempting world domination. It sounds fun in theory, but in reality it's a logistical nightmare. All those assassinations and so forth."

At her blank look, he explained, "Silas used to tell me bedtime stories.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“It's an honor to fight by your side, Elisabeth, for however long it lasts. You've reminded me to live. That's worth having something to lose.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“What is the point of life if you don't believe in anything?”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Nathaniel opened one gray eye, startlingly pale against his soot- and blood-covered face. He looked around dubiously, as though he wasn't quite sure whether he wanted to wake up yet, and then slowly opened the other, focusing on Elisabeth's face. "Hello, you menace.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“But you know the truth of magic. The greatest power springs only from suffering.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Not all battles are fought with swords”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“One moment," she said, stealing toward the door. Carefully, she tested the doorknob. It was unlocked. She wrenched it open in a sudden rush of courage, only to promptly slam it shut again in Nathaniel's face. She had recalled, too late, that she was wearing only her shift.

"I'm not decent," she explained, hugging her arms to her chest.

"That's all right," he replied. "I hardly ever am, myself.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“I think - I think I was a bit dead already, before you came along.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Nathaniel looked at her sidelong. "Scrivener, I know I cut a devilishly handsome figure lying here on the floor all covered in blood----which I hear some girls find quite appealing, strangely enough, and if you're one of them I'm not going to judge---but please stop crying. It's only a flesh wound. I'll be back to fighting evil any moment now.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Night fell as death rode into the Great Library of Summershall.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“The library wants to fight back.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“I like girls too, Scrivener.” Amusement danced in Nathaniel’s eyes. “I like both. If you’re going to fantasize about my love life, I insist you do so accurately.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“You’ve reminded me to live. That’s worth having something to lose.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“You're a proper monster Silas. I'm glad of it.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“I love you, too,” she said.
Nathaniel's brow furrowed. He turned his face to the side and blinked several times. “Thank god,” he said finally. “I don't think unrequited love would have suited me. I might have started writing poetry.”
Elisabeth continued stroking his hair. “That doesn't sound so bad.”
“I assure you, it would have proven more unpleasant for everyone than necromancy.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“First, I learned how to make tea," he said finally, speaking more to himself than to her. "When humans wish to help, they are forever offering each other tea.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Witch. The word slithers from the mouth like a serpent, drips from the tongue as thick and black as tar. We never thought of ourselves as witches, my mother and I. For this was a word invented by men, a word that brings power to those that speak it, not those that it describes. A word that builds gallows and pyres, turns breathing women into corpses.”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward