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Kestrel the type to run back into the house in a horror movie.

And now I'm crying :'(

With one last look back at the trees, Kara followed Mary out of the grove. The soil felt strange beneath her boots, as though she were walking on pebbles. She bent down to have a look and instantly wished she had not.
The ground was covered with teeth.

... the treetops flashed green once more, revealing their pursuers. Their appearance was vaguely wolflike, but with features exhumed from the ground: hollow, branch-boned bodies, ruby-leaved mouths and bright, flowering eyes. At their head was Sordyr, his face concealed beneath the folds of a pumpkin-orange cloak that stretched into the distance as far as the eye could see, flowing through the trees like mist.

I ran my hands through my hair and rested against the tile wall above the tub. "You turned me into a newt!"
He tilted his head and said, deadpan, "You got better."

I recognized the language as Greek, though I couldn't understand the words. Haunting was the first word that came to mind. It was what a whale song might have sounded like, if the whale was suicidal and her song was being performed by Stevie Nicks.

That's ... oddly specific.

I CAN'T LET THESE CHARACTERS GO.

I don't think I unfollowed/unfriended any authors I actually talk to, but if I did feel free to send me a new friend request. I'm sorry I had to do this, but GR likes changing things that aren't broken.

"Gutenberg is a tyrant," Harrison said. "His army has manipulated this world from the shadows for centuries."
"If we ruled the world, I guarantee you they never would have cancelled Firefly," I countered.

"So we hit them hobbit style. Nothing magical about a flying rock."
"I don't know what's sexier," I said. "Watching you prepare to take on bad guys, or the fact that you're making Lord of the Rings references as you do it."

"There's this kid at camp, Terry, who's always talking about sex. He's been hitting on me and the other girls from day one. Like if he's persistent enough, if he cracks enough jokes or gives me enough compliments about my hair, one of us will let him into our pants." She pushed her braids back, then shook her head in annoyance. "If he keeps it up, I'm gonna make him fall in love with a groundhog."

Love this girl.

She tapped her own screen, scrolled through a long list of books, and shoved it into my hands.
"Shel Silverstein?"
She tilted her head to glare at me over her sunglasses. "If you diss Silverstein, I will hurt you. I'm talking chainsaws, machetes, and a fire-spider in a very uncomfortable place. Smudge has my back on this. Right?"
Smudge turned toward me and rubbed his forelegs together.

"I'm dating a dryad, and you pulled a snake out of your phone. You're going to draw the line at aliens?"
"If you try to tell me aliens built the pyramids, I am so out of here."
"Don't be ridiculous." I waited a beat, then added, "The pyramids were built by mummified elves."

We had always assumed that e-readers would be useless for libriomancy, that the variety of reading devices and the impermanence of the files would prevent anyone from tapping into the collective belief.

I was wondering if he was ever going to bring this up!

"Jakob Hoffman is the hero of a self-published World War II fantasy called V-Day. He's an American soldier in Germany who discovers that Hitler is raising an army of vampires."

Figures the villain would be a self-published author.

"Isn't that Bruce Lee?" asked Lena, pointing to one of the statues.
I nodded. "He was turned in seventy-three, after collapsing in his home. When the doctors at the hospital couldn't revive him, a vampire intervened, hoping to preserve Lee's knowledge and experience. The last I heard, he was living in Taiwan. He's got an underground vampire dojo and everything. That is one vampire you do NOT want to try to stake."

"Books were my escape from the world. This place ... bookstores, libraries ... they're the closest thing I have to a church."

Caius had a little not-laugh to go with his little not-smile. "It wasn't easy. Not with that white carpet." But the not-laugh and the not-smile faded as he spoke.

...

Here's my little not-smile for this little not-cute scene.

ಠ_ಠ

"Damn Michael Crichton. Do you know how much it cost me to fix my car? State Farm doesn't cover acts of dinosaurs." I stepped closer. "We should have kept a few eggs. If Smudge can survive in this world, so could they. We could send trained velociraptors out to fight vampires. The movie rights alone would make us rich."

I would watch that movie.

Really trying to get through this one since it's an ARC but I'm not sure I can after this:

"His captain may not have been his to give, but Dorian would follow Caius's orders, no matter how distasteful he found them."

Basically saying this guy HE JUST MET can have his captain of his guard that's been with him for 100 years (and is in love with him.) The other guy doesn't want a guard, if you know what I mean.

Zombies on Mackinac Island. ZOMBIES ON MACKINAC ISLAND.

Lena hauled Mel upright. "Your turn. Who ordered the attack in Dearborn?"
"What attack?" I asked. Lena lived in Dearborn, making me wonder what exactly had brought her to my library.

Guys. GUYS. Dearborn! It makes me so happy to find an urban fantasy that mentions a place near the Downriver area.

She tugged her sleeve over her hand a second later, but that one glimpse was enough to identify them as Sanguinarius Meyerii, infomally known as sparklers.

Heh. Heh. Get it? "Saguinarius Meyerii?" Lol.

Naming a fire-spider, "Smudge," is adorable.

I'm detecting something a bit stronger than a bromance here.

I really hope this doesn't dissolve into a love triangle.

Anyone on here that I'm not following on Twitter yet? I need more readers to follow!
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"Sometimes," the Ala said, "when I'm feeling sad, I like to be around all these books. They're very good at making you forget your troubles. It's like having a million friends, wrapped in paper and scrawled in ink."

Aaahhh I don't know how to rate this. That romance .... blargh. Did she not think she'd get to write more books? Because man, that was really just jammed into the end. And I'm sorry, but sex in a dirty poopy dungeon is just NO. No. Gross. GROSS.