I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves were a warm, blond wood, piled with spines of every color. Staff picks were arranged on tables, glossy covers reflecting the light back at me. Behind the little cubby where the cashier sat, ignoring us, stairs covered with rich burgundy carpet led up to the worlds unknown. 'I could just live here,' I said.
Maggie StiefvaterAnd I told you before, I'll sell you any of the thoroughbreds.โ โI didn't make any of those thoroughbreds. I didn't make them what they are.โ โYou made all of them what they are.โ I don't look at him. โNone of them made me who I am.
Maggie StiefvaterIn that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.
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