" I tell him how Becket ended up finishing and making a mess on the bookshelf. “The wooden part,” I clarify, my breathing coming in short bursts. “I never would have let him—on the books—biological debris—” “Good. Biological debris on the books was my chief concern,” he says in a grave tone. "

― Sierra Simone , Harvest of Sighs (Thornchapel, #3)