Claudia

“They were deep into the forest, climbing over mossy rocks and logs, far from anything familiar and so very different from the city she'd been living in, yet it felt as familiar as a childhood dream.
She tried to keep track of their path: left beside the tree with a triple trunk, straight by a boulder made of pink quartz, across a stream that trickled over mossy stones, but after a while she fell into a kind of meditation.
Everything felt soft and alive, and she felt as if she were welcomed within.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“Sleep on the boat?” Caz sounded appalled. “With fish under us?” “You really have a thing about fish,” she said. “I had no idea.” “You hear stories,” he said darkly.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“Behind them, the great city burned, with its people (both good and bad) and its history (both good and bad) and its books and its flowers. And she knew she wasn’t coming back.”
― 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