“She couldn’t go back to that place in her life, not after what she’d done. The one thing she’d cared about only a few short days ago seemed frivolous and shallow. As she crammed her freezing hands in the pockets of her cardigan to warm them, her fingertips touched something glossy in one of the pockets. Bewildered, she pulled out the brochures she’d pocketed earlier in the day. The one she’d found stuffed between the pages of a paperback.”

The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.236

“In the early hours of the day, the library was the one room in the shelter that would be empty of people. Because it was situated at the back of the building, the room benefited from a row of clerestory windows. The lemon-coloured light streaming through them hinted that winter was finally giving way to spring. It was bright enough for Lizzie to negotiate through the short stacks of books, so she kept the lights off. The soft lighting and grey shadows suited her mood.”

The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.227