All right, Irene thought, I have officially met someone who makes even more reckless plans than I do. ‘This could indeed be the beginning of a beautiful friendship,’ she agreed, and she couldn’t help smiling.

Do you doubt the Ten, my lord?

We don’t know how many worlds there are, so we don’t know how many we lose to chaos.

Irene didn’t dignify his question with an answer. Besides, he’d learn better. A Librarian’s mission to seek out books for the Library developed, after a few years, into an urge to find out everything that was going on around one. It wasn’t even a personal curiosity. It was a simple, impersonal, uncontrollable need to know. One came to terms with it. She lifted off the Canopic jar’s stylized jackal-head lid. ‘There’s something in here,’ she reported.

Ah.” Vale stepped away from the side of the zeppelin and offered her his hand. “Then I believe we can work together, Miss Winters.

Vogliamo i libri. Amiamo i libri. Viviamo con i libri.

Now, tell me, Ray, why is it that a thing’s always in the last place you look?” “The malice of inanimate objects,” Irene answered.

No, refusal is an option. It’s just that refusal comes with consequences. If you make a choice, then you’re responsible for the consequences of that choice.

The problem with paranoia was that if you let it rule all your decisions, then you would miss some perfectly good opportunities.

Kai might be very non-judgemental when it came to personal gender roles, but he was extremely superior when explaining how non-judgemental he was. “I.