“Libraries and demons," she muttered. "What is the attraction?”

“No, you just keep crashing my life. Look—" I said, and Al grunted."Here it comes," the demon muttered. "Listen. Listen to this, runt. She's going to have a list.”

“If Eric's a demon," I said slowly, "that makes you a...""Rogue demon hunter."I blinked. "Lost in the Buffyverse, are we?""That show was a real pain in my ass," he muttered.”

“Sure.” Olivia smirked. “Good ol’ New York Public Library. I’m sure it’s up to date on the latest Demons that escape through well-guarded Demon Gates.”

“A library was nothing without its people. You say library and there’s this iconoclastic image of an old-lady librarian telling people to be quiet and not to run. But the thing was, that lady—that iconoclastic lady—was with us when we cleaned. She wore blue jeans, too. Maybe she was what people thought about when you said library, but she didn’t make the library. People made the library. That’s what made a library. Without them, all the sacredness was gone. It was just a building with books.”

“I’m attracting small children,” Orma muttered, twisting his hat in his hands. “Shoo it away, will you?”