Claudia

“What should I do? Should I welcome them? Or should I hide? Is a sentient spider plant a plus or a minus for a business?” “You are always a plus,” Kiela told him firmly.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“She had memories of a quiet pool in the woods, where she'd retreat with her books, hiding from chores that needed to be done around the house. She remembered the sound of her parents after sunset, calling her to come home. The fireflies would flicker around her as it became too dark to read, but still she'd stay, to watch the fireflies over the water and listen to the birds and the squirrels settle in for the night and the night hunters, the owls and and the cats, begin to wake. Once, she'd even glimpsed a unicorn sipping from the pond, but it could have been only a white deer and a trick of the twilight. Another afternoon, her father had come with her, avoiding his chores too. They'd read books side by side, and her mother hadn't said a word when they'd returned. A week later, her mother had been the one to join her by the pond, arriving with lunch in a basket and presenting Kiela with a new unread book, a rare treasure on the island.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“You can count the number of cricket chirps per second to calculate the outside temperature.” “Unless the outside is on fire,” Caz said. “How fast do they chirp if it’s all on fire?”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“We’re not murdering anyone. That’s not what librarians do. Bit of shelving, bit of researching, bit of underhanded violence? No.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop