Elizabeth Hunter

“She sighed and looked at him sympathetically. 'Cool flame tricks aside, there's no competition.'He lifted his eyebrow. 'Library wins?''Every single time.”

“Far be it from me to keep a woman from her book. That could become dangerous.”

“Remember,” she whispered, “it’s only when the night is darkest that you can see the light of the stars.”

“So you are the scribes that nobody and everybody is talking about,” Konrad said. “I don’t know about that,” Malachi said. “I’m not much for gossip.”“Oh, we eminent politicians don’t call it gossip, Malachi. We call it ‘intelligence.”

“It is with our voices we remember, with our ears we understand.”