She was trying to work out who these men were working for. Were they Qing Song’s minions, random gangsters, specific gangsters, or undercover police?… - Genevieve Cogman

I met one (that is, a dragon) once," Irene said.
"What did you talk about?"
"He complimented me on my literary taste."
Kai blinked. "Doesn't sound like a life-threatening sort of conversation.

Walking through a library—any library—as they made their way to the exterior had its usual comforting, balancing effect on Irene. It was a reassurance that such places existed and that they would continue, even if she herself was as temporary as any other human.

Are there other Librarian ghosts here?" she asked.
"Ghosts? Yes, I suppose that's the best word for it. Collections of memories, maybe. We are all the sum of our memories, after all.