Petit took a deep breath, the book of Poe tucked into the crook of her arm, smiling as she eased further into the building, it was almost like the library back at the Guild, really. Either one of them.
"There's this place, under one of the bridges in Italy, it's not a bookshop, really, it's a bindery, but they sell books, and going in there..." She shook her head, "Good paper and good leather and it's like being able to smell history."