Natalie

“Have you never picked up a book you've read before, and found it speaks to you in a new way?”
― Django Wexler, The Forbidden Library

“But you...I felt that you would not be used. Would not allow yourself to be used. You deserve the opportunity to make your own choices, to walk your own path. Indeed, I believe you will do so, regardless of what Ending, Geryon, or anyone else intends. You must do what you believe to be right.”
― Django Wexler, The Mad Apprentice

“He leaned in and kissed her. His lips were dry, and tasted of gritty stone and dust. Alice's fingers curled so hard against the book that they ached, and after a moment or two she closed her eyes.
It seemed like an age before he pulled away. Her lips tingled, as though he'd passed on an electric charge.
"I'm sorry," he said, with a lopsided grin. "It's part of the spell."
Alice had a single moment to be furious before the music of the Siren rose all around her, a quiescent orchestration building to an unexpected crescendo. As her mind drifted away on that exquisite, all-encompassing melody, the last thing she felt were his hands on hers, gently tugging the book from her slackening fingers.”
― Django Wexler, The Forbidden Library

“Eryx didn’t turn to watch her go. His gaze was on Esmond, dark with reproach. “This is unacceptable. Apologize to our guests at once.”

“Why?” asked Esmond. “I haven’t said a thing that isn’t true. And it would be a shame to stop before the exciting bit.” He straightened up to his full height. “There’s a kidnapper, an extortioner, and at least two murderers in this room, and I’m not leaving until everyone knows who they are.”
― R.J. Anderson, A Little Taste of Poison