6,264 books
—
8,125 voters
“Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel the mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day.”
― The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
― The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
“The Bookshop has a thousand books,
All colors, hues, and tinges,
And every cover is a door
That turns on magic hinges.”
―
All colors, hues, and tinges,
And every cover is a door
That turns on magic hinges.”
―
“Every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life.”
― The Color of Magic
― The Color of Magic
“It’s never a good thing when the black volhv says “Uh-oh” and then runs for his life.”
― Gunmetal Magic
― Gunmetal Magic
“You think this is some sort of comedy going on here?” Collins gave him his tough stare.
A little red spark flared in Barabas’s eyes. “Excuse me.” He struck with preternatural quickness and yanked a five-foot snake from the counter, an inch away from Tsoi’s elbow. Tsoi jumped, clearing half the room in a single bound. The snake body flailed in my lawyer’s fist. Barabas jerked the snake to his mouth and bit its neck.
“Jesus Christ!” Collins took a step back. Tsoi clamped her hand over her mouth.
Barabas spat the head onto the counter. “Pit viper—my favorite. Where were we? Ah, yes. You were trying to intimidate me. I apologize for the interruption. Please, resume your staring.”
― Gunmetal Magic
A little red spark flared in Barabas’s eyes. “Excuse me.” He struck with preternatural quickness and yanked a five-foot snake from the counter, an inch away from Tsoi’s elbow. Tsoi jumped, clearing half the room in a single bound. The snake body flailed in my lawyer’s fist. Barabas jerked the snake to his mouth and bit its neck.
“Jesus Christ!” Collins took a step back. Tsoi clamped her hand over her mouth.
Barabas spat the head onto the counter. “Pit viper—my favorite. Where were we? Ah, yes. You were trying to intimidate me. I apologize for the interruption. Please, resume your staring.”
― Gunmetal Magic
Emily’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Emily’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Polls voted on by Emily
Lists liked by Emily


















