Jack Holt

“Only once her breathing finally calmed did she realize where she was sitting. The chair hadn’t been there previously, nor had the room been large enough to accommodate it. Seeking a task to channel her nervous energy, she measured the distance between the foot of the bed and the opposite wall and found it wider than it had been when she left that morning. The room had changed. Just like the door in Allaster’s office had appeared to let her out and the hallway in the catacombs had moved. Allaster wasn’t the only one with spatial abilities—the Library had its own magic, and it was aware of her. The question was, did it see her as friend, or foe?”
― Kalyn Josephson, The Library of Amorlin

“So much of her life had been a battle. She had worn herself down to nothing to survive, rewritten herself over and over again until the words bled together, and she could no longer recognize the truth.”
― Kalyn Josephson, The Library of Amorlin

“Books on rows upon rows of shelves, books in built-in alcoves, books stacked on counters and on desks and on forgotten side tables beside teetering towers of teacups. Then she looked up. Level after level ringed the inside of the room like the ribs of a corset, culminating in a gold-framed stained-glass dome. It shouldn’t have surprised her. From what she had read, the Library had begun as a place of study for magic that grew into something more. But she had never seen so many books in one place. Pages and pages of words; more than anyone could read in a lifetime, and yet some part of Kasira wanted to try.”
― Kalyn Josephson, The Library of Amorlin

“She had learned a thousand and one things and been a hundred different people. But the truth was, she had spent her life running from, not to. From her past. From her mistakes. From herself.”
― Kalyn Josephson, The Library of Amorlin