Ukens smakebit kommer fra Daughter of Smoke and Bone av Laini Taylor, s. 33:
It wasn't like in the storybooks. No witches lurked at crossroads disguised as crones, waiting to reward travelers who shared their bread. Genies didn't burst from lamps, and talking fish didn't bargain for their lives. In all the world, there was only one place humans could get wishes: Brimstone's shop. And there was only one currency he accepted. It wasn't gold, or riddles, or kindness, or any other fairy-tale nonsense, and no, it wasn't souls either. It was weirder than any of that.
Jeg har forelsket meg helt i denne boka. Skjønner veldig godt hvorfor det var så mye buzz om den under BEA.