Quotes About Adventure

all of us who are sealed to the Library are people who have chosen this way of life because we love books. None of us wanted to save worlds. I mean, not that we object to saving worlds..." She shrugged, picking up her teacup again "We want books. We love books. We live with books.

We don't want to be stuck on the train with nothing to read.

She just wanted - had always wanted - a good book to read. Being chased by hellhounds and blowing things up were comparatively unimportant parts of the job. Getting the books - now, that was what *really* mattered to her.

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.

Stuffed creatures, come to life and attack werewolves.

This sense of possibility might not last, of course Nothing ever did. But she wasn't going to spoil it by looking too far ahead. They were safe in the Library, and the Library would endure.

So much for a nice quiet evening with a good book.

Irene spread out her skirts and turned to watch the room, a smile pinned to her face. 'No, nothing going on here, absolutely normal. My friend here likes to stare into locks and wiggle bits of metal round in them; he does it every day and twice on Sundays...

Involvements with glamorous female cat burglars never end up well." "And you've had some?" "One," Irene said, and hoped that she wasn't blushing too badly. "Oh, you're that Irene,

So far, I have been assaulted, attacked by cyborg alligators, almost drowned in the Thames, had most of the skin stripped off my hand, been poisoned with curare, revived with strychnine, and chased by both werewolves and giant robots. Are you accusing me of not taking this seriously, sir?

She was in the Library. Not just any library, but the Library.

What she needed was a miracle. What she got was a dragon.

Maybe if Irene uses the Language—how did you get here? We're down in the far end of chaos.

Living outside the Library was never safe. Flying sleighs could come out of nowhere and hit you, however careful you were.

All libraries are a gateway into other worlds, including the past—and the future.

Trust me," she said. "Oh, I do," Kai said. "I just happen to think that this is one of the most reckless, hare-brained, soul-endangering plans I have heard of since—" He broke off. "Nevermind.

She was about to die. What she needed was a miracle. What she got was a dragon.

Natural causes - it's all at the back of the report; she was in a traffic accident. Hit by a crashing flying sleigh. The sleigh was flying, that is, and then it crashed.' The thought gave her a little unwanted shudder. Living outside the Library was never safe. Flying sleighs could come out of nowhere and hit you, however careful you were.

This witty and spirited adventure sets up a potential gold mine of lore for the writer to plunder in future sequels . . . a fun and original page-turner.

Besides," Catherine said as she followed, "we're probably all doomed anyhow, so I might as well get the full story directly from the Storyteller." Irene had known she and Catherine had a lot in common.

I think there may be lots of different types of librarians,' Catherine said thoughtfully. She had the air of someone who'd seen a whole new range of possibilities and found she liked them more than she'd expected. 'There's the sharing librarian, and the motherly librarian, and the spinster librarian, and the archivist librarian, and the adventurous librarian like you — there's nothing that says I can't be a murderous librarian.

She'd always loved the Holmes stories. And the Watson stories. And even the Moriarty stories.)

My life isn't all running around and screaming, you know.

Nothing went boom or splat. Irene was still alive and moving freely. She decided to call her mission a total success so far.