The Magician King, p. 114:
- The library was still plagued by outbreaks of flying books — three weeks ago a whole flock of Far Eastern atlases had taken wing, terrifyingly broad, muscular volumes like albatrosses, and wrecked the circulation area, sending students crawling under the tables. The books actually found their way out through the front door and roosted in a tree by the welters board, from which they raucously heckled passersby in a babel of languages until they got rained on and dragged themselves sulkily back to the stacks, where they were agressively rebound.
LOL
It’s been a long time since self has read a book about magic, perhaps not since The Infernal Devices. The magic in Lev Grossman’s universe is great.
Kanlaon 