A wiry crewman named Obis sat at the end of a couch, reading a book in the low light, clearly relishing the closest thing he ever found to peace and quiet

— V.E. Schwab

Lila backed away toward the curtain. "Do you just... stand here until I need you?" The woman smiled and dug a volume from a pocket. "I have a book."" Let me guess, a religious text?"" Actually," said Sister, perching on the low couch, "it's about pirates." Lila smiled.

— V.E. Schwab

My point, continued Why, is for every ten that worship you, one wants to see you burn. Those are simply the odds when it comes to people like you and me.

— V.E. Schwab

We still have time," Well assured him, getting to his feet." How do you know?" asked Astra. "We can't hear the bells down here, and there are no windows to gauge the light." "Magic," Well said, and then, when Astra's eyes widened, he gestured to the hourglass sitting on the table with his other tools. "And that.

— V.E. Schwab