Do you see all that hair? There’s practically nothing underneath it.” When lowly demons are chasing Nathaniel and Elisabeth, they are rounding on Elisabeth and Nathaniel tells them:” She’s stringy, a bit gamey. The Sooner we get started, the faster I can get back to tormenting widows and scandalizing the elderly with my nefarious black arts.” “Make yourself comfortable, Miss Scrivener. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “You used a demonic incantation to pack my stockings!” “You’re reight, that doesn’t sound like something a proper evil sorcere would do. Lucky for you, it’s a Wednesday, which is the day I drink a goblet of orphan’s blood for supper.” But I only turn girls into salamanders on Tuesdays. Now, one of the many banter between Elisabeth and Nathaniel (I adore the banter!): “Go on, I’m not going to turn you into a salamander.” “You can do that?” “Of course.
The first time she had seen sucha book, she had thought it was dead.” “Sending her away would be like placing a griloire among inanimate books that didn’t move or speak.
For Elisabeth has a power she has never guessed, and a future she could never have imagined. Not only could the Great Libraries go up in flames, but the world along with them.Īs her alliance with Nathaniel grows stronger, Elisabeth starts to question everything she’s been taught-about sorcerers, about the libraries she loves, even about herself. With no one to turn to but her sworn enemy, the sorcerer Nathaniel Thorn, and his mysterious demonic servant, she finds herself entangled in a centuries-old conspiracy. Elisabeth’s desperate intervention implicates her in the crime, and she is torn from her home to face justice in the capital.
Then an act of sabotage releases the library’s most dangerous grimoire. She hopes to become a warden, charged with protecting the kingdom from their power. If provoked, they transform into grotesque monsters of ink and leather. Raised as a foundling in one of Austermeer’s Great Libraries, Elisabeth has grown up among the tools of sorcery-magical grimoires that whisper on shelves and rattle beneath iron chains. Elisabeth has known that as long as she has known anything.
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