"I am Incarceron, old man. You should know. It was the Sapienti who created me. Your great, towering, overreaching endless failure. Your nemesis." It zigzagged closer, its mouth wide so that they could see the rags of cloth that hung there, smell the oily, oddly sweet stench of it. "Ah, the pride of the Wise. And now you dare to seek a way free of your own folly."-- Incarceron by Catherine Fisher; Chapter 20, Page 260.
GAH! I'm in reader's heaven right now. This book is ridiculous. I'm going to try to finish it before tomorrow - that's my goal!
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