Once he has kicked off his boots and peeled off his winter layers, Zachary takes out the book. He turns it over in his hands and then puts it down on his desk. It doesn’t look like anything special, like it contains an entire world, though the same could be said of any book.
When she opens her eyes, they are standing on the quarterdeck of a ship in the middle of the ocean. Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.
A soft breeze plays with her hair, bringing with it the mingling scent of dusty tomes and damp, rich ink.
Never change for anyone but yourself. Any soul worth their star-stuff will take the whole package as is and however it grows.
Reading a book four times in one day is perfectly normal behavior... Having a physical response to a lack of book is not unusual.
He pulls the girl close to keep her warm. He kisses her shoulder, pretending he will have her for a lifetime when in truth they have only minutes left together.
La gente ve lo que quiere ver. Y, en muchos casos, lo que le dicen que ha de ver.
Whatever you wish to pay for a glimpse of your future,” the fortune-teller says. Bailey stops to consider this for a moment. It is strange, but fair.
The future is never set in stone.
I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.” He pauses before adding, “I hope that for you and your compatriots as well.
They are a nocturnal amalgam of social event and business meeting.
Bailey feels oddly at ease. As though he is closer to the ground, but taller at the same time.
Al encender velas con otras que ya estan encendidas y agregandolas a las ramas. Nuevos deseos encendidos por viejos deseos.
There are countless tattoos, and yet they meld and flow into one design gracefully adorning her like an elegant, unusual piece of jewelry.
Every seven years each cell in your body has changed, he reminds himself. He is not that boy anymore. He is twice removed from that boy.
Books are always better when read than explained.
She wears her worry like a coat she never takes off.
Reading a novel, he supposes, is like playing a game where all the choices have been made for you ahead of time by someone who is much better at this particular game.
Zachary peels and eats a mandarin orange in small segments of sunshine as he reads.
The place is sprawling yet intimate. It is difficult to measure its breadth. Halls fold into rooms or galleries and stairs twist downward or upward to alcoves or arcades. Everywhere there are doors leading to new spaces and new stories and new secrets to be discovered and everywhere there are books.