Jenny

“The library no more belonged to Ashcroft and his plot than Elizabeth belonged to the unknown parents who had brought her into this world. It possessed a life of its own, had become something greater than Cornelius had ever intended. For these were not ordinary books the libraries kept. They were knowledge, given life. Wisdom, given voice. They sang when starlight streamed through the library's windows. They felt pain and suffered heartbreak. Sometimes they were sinister, grotesque-but so was the world outside. And that made the world no less worth fighting for, because wherever there was darkness, there was also so much light.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns