He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn't sleep at all.
~ Laini Taylor
I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.
His shadow splayed out huge before him, and his mind gleamed with ancient wars and winged beings, a mountain of melted demon bones and the city on the far side of it--a city that had vanished in the mists of time.
