A fevered look held in her eyes as she grasped the sacred object securely in her fingers. Her heart beat just a little louder than normal as she gazed at it while trying not to walk into the evening crowd that had convened outside the cinema.

She had it. It was two weeks early, but it was out.

She kept blinking as if trying to force herself to wake up from a dream. As if at any moment it would disappear from her grasp and her fingers would clutch at air.

She bit her lip, not out of frustration, but to hide the smile that simmered just beneath her expression, unbeknown to the average passersby.

She fought her hand from stroking the cover as she waited for the light to turn. Self-restraint won. Barely.

She would soon be home. Then she would make a dive for the duvet with the object in hand, armed with a mug of hot tea. There she would stay, buried beneath the pages, only to resurface once she was done.

There wasn’t a force in this world that could have stopped her. She couldn’t help it. The second she had seen it on the shelf she had already been lost. A tiny part of her soul had left the present, surrendering itself to a world of magic artifacts, vampires, angels and tall glass cities.

Finally, City of Glass was out. And she would devour it. Every single word.
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