Jenny

“A subterranean chill wafted up from below, smelling of cold rock and mildew, and of something less natural. The stone itself bled the malice of ancient things that had languished in darkness for centuries-consciousnesses that did not slumber, minds that did not dream. Muffled by thousands of pounds of earth, the silence was such that she heard only her own pulse pounding in her ears.”
― Margaret Rogerson

“She knew she shouldn't be this relieved to see Silas-that he was evil, a murderer, a warden's worst enemy. But he didn't pretend to be anything other than a monster. In that way, he was more honorable than most of the people she had met since leaving Summershall.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“A riot of blossoms and lacy ferns enveloped her, their exotic petals dripping with moisture. This would have formed the very image of paradise, had she not also been surrounded by demons.”
― Margaret Rogerson

“Books are what teach you about life. Books teach you empathy. But you can’t buy books if you barely got enough to make rent. So that library is a vital resource! You shut a library, Louisa, you don’t just shut down a building, you shut down hope.”
― Jojo Moyes, Still Me