Elisabeth Scrivener Quotes

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

“I was warned I’d see some strange things in the countryside,” he said, “but I admit, I didn’t expect to find a feral librarian roaming the stacks.”
(...)"I didn't expect you to find me, either" she heard herself say.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Would you still like to go ice skating?"
"Yes!" she burst out. "But---" She tried not to glance down at his injured leg.
A grin tugged at his mouth. "We saved the world, Scrivener. We'll figure out a way."
She relaxed. He was right. They would figure out a way.
"Even if you have to pull me on a sled," Nathaniel went on.
"I am not pulling you on a sled!"
"Why not? I dare say you're strong enough."
She sputtered.. "It would get in the papers."
"I hope so. I'd want to save a clipping.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Why, would you prefer to share one? I wouldn't have expected it of you, Scrivener, but I suppose some species do bite each other as a prelude to courtship.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“She would become an outcast from the only world in which she had ever belonged. But her oaths meant nothing if they asked her to forsake people she cared about in their greatest moment of need.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Something drew tight inside of her, like a violin string awaiting the touch of a bow. Looking down at him, her heart ached with a song that did not have words or notes or form, but strained nonetheless to be given voice- a sensation that was not unlike suffering, for it seemed too great for her body to contain.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“He snapped the notebook shut. "I know all of this must be very frightening for you, but try not to agitate yourself. Excitement will only worsen the inflammation."
She stared. "The--what?"
"The inflammation of your brain, Miss Scrivener," he explained patiently. "It is quite common among women who read novels." Before Elisabeth could think of a reply to think baffling remark, he called Hannah back into the room, who looked pinched with worry. "Please tell the Chancellor that I prescribe a strict period of bed rest for the patient," he said to her. "It is clear that this is a classic case of hysteria. Miss Scrivener should exert herself as little as possible. Once the swelling in her brain subsides, her mind may return to normal.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns