“The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.”
“The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wondersAt out quaint spirits.”
“...after our weekly trip to the library, she cleared the top of her dresser and set out her week's reading, stood them on their ends, pages fanned out, sending little puffs of text into the air.”
“Are we all on the same page, Delilah?The same page? I don't even think we're even in the same library, but no need to bring that up.”
“A library will continue to function nicely without every other position, but without the pages it would grind to a stop within a quiet afternoon. All pages know this...”
“What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a down spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh.”