" Balling her hand into a fist, Ceony twisted in her bed and looked out the window behind her, out into the yard of the hospital and the street beyond, where the buggies were parked bumper to bumper, and the first orange leaf of fall flew on the air, caught up by a summer wind. Ceony knew it then. Starting today, she could be anything she wanted to be. "

― Charlie N. Holmberg , The Glass Magician (The Paper Magician, #2)