Izzy Clare

“To Tartarus with him. I had work to do.”
― Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

“She’d entered a city made entirely of leather and paper. Celaena put a hand against her heart. Escape routes be damned. “I’ve never seen—how many volumes are there?” Chaol shrugged. “The last time anyone bothered to count, it was a million. But that was two hundred years ago. I’d say maybe more than that, especially given the legends that a second library lies deep beneath, in catacombs and tunnels.” “Over a million? A million books?” Her heart leapt and danced, and she cracked a smile. “I’d die before I even got through half of that!” “You like to read?” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you?” Not waiting for an answer, she moved farther into the library, the train of her gown sweeping across the floor. She neared a shelf and looked at the titles. She recognized none of them. Grinning, she whirled and moved through the main floor, running a hand across the dusty books.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“I get it,” I said. “Loki. Low-key.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sword of Summer

“Oh don’t worry,” Marian said, walking up to me to soothingly rub my back. “Once you get started I’m sure more Merry Men will come flocking to Sherwood.” “I don’t WANT more Merry Men! I don’t even want the one I’ve got!” I declared. “I beg your pardon?” Much frowned.”
― K.M. Shea, A Girl's Tale