“The girl was staring at her in a way no one had stared at her before. It was scary, the emotion. She had Nora's mouth. And that slightly lost look that people had sometimes attributed to her. She was beautiful and she was hers — or kind of hers — and she felt a swell of irrational love, a surge of it, and knew — if the library wasn't coming for her right now (and it wasn't) — that she had to get away.”
Book:The Midnight Library
