“The house was a vast labyrinth of books. Volumes were stacked from floor to ceiling on every wall, dark, crackling, redolent of leather bindings, smooth to the touch, with their gold titles and translucent gilt-edged pages and delicate typography.” — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
“The trees part before her slender form and close in again behind me. The roads weave a vast labyrinth, and I am lost.” — Shan Sa Copy Share Image
