I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.

Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.

Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person.

And as he watched them walk out of the orphanage, Thomas Carter would think of their lives as the blank pages of a book in which he had written the initial chapters of a story he would never be allowed to finish.

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

...ответил я с энтузиазмом, которого не чувствовал.

Здесь ничто не говорило о времени, в котором мы жили. Бенджамин Сентис предпочёл для себя плюсквамперфект.