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“You're a cat," she said automatically.
"Your powers of perception are astounding," the cat drawled. "Although I feel obliged to point out, in the interests of ontological exactitude, that I am in fact only half cat. Personally, though, I have always considered it the better half."
"And you can talk," Alice said, working her way through the situation.
"Better and better! With brains like that, I can see how you monkeys took over the world.”
― Django Wexler, The Forbidden Library

“He leaned in and kissed her. His lips were dry, and tasted of gritty stone and dust. Alice's fingers curled so hard against the book that they ached, and after a moment or two she closed her eyes.
It seemed like an age before he pulled away. Her lips tingled, as though he'd passed on an electric charge.
"I'm sorry," he said, with a lopsided grin. "It's part of the spell."
Alice had a single moment to be furious before the music of the Siren rose all around her, a quiescent orchestration building to an unexpected crescendo. As her mind drifted away on that exquisite, all-encompassing melody, the last thing she felt were his hands on hers, gently tugging the book from her slackening fingers.”
― Django Wexler, The Forbidden Library

“Pathetic,' the Dragon rumbled. 'This is what my sister sends against me, after so many years? Children? And the little bones always stick in my teeth...”
― Django Wexler, The Forbidden Library