I couldn’t help but get a tingly sense of desire whenever I saw gold. I’d always feared that if I took some, I’d really turn into a FireSoul, crouched on my horde of gold like Scrooge McDuck.

Because fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself,” Nix said, quoting Dumbledore.

The number one rule in tomb raiding – never, ever pick up something that sits alone on a pedestal. It always sets off a booby trap, and it’s almost always of the giant rock variety. Hadn’t he seen Indiana Jones?

She looked like a sin he wanted to commit.

Maybe it was paranoia on my part, but paranoia had kept me alive for a long time. We were good buddies.

Lachlan stared at me, a curious expression on his face. “You’re afraid of heights.” I shrugged. “Why didn’t you say so?” “It wouldn’t have made the fear go away.” He nodded, respect flashing in his eyes. “You’re tough, Ana Blackwood.

Wimpy coffee? I suppose you drink yours black?” “Black as my heart.

I didn’t care if I was a FireSoul cliché—I wanted to roll around in it like Scrooge McDuck. But the books and lucky talismans were my more unique treasures.

Books have entire worlds inside them. Magic and strength and inspiration and joy. What’s not to love