I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game
(via the-book-diaries)
(via the-book-diaries)
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
Spirit of the Warlock 