Second paragraph of third chapter:

He walks home from school toward an apartment situated above a shop strewn with crystal balls and tarot cards, incense and statues of animal-headed deities and dried sage. (The scent of sage permeates everything, from his bedsheets to his shoelaces.)

Another rather good liminal fantasy, about a quest for stories and truth originating from a mysterious library book. Kept me absorbed, and I'd look for more from this author. You can get it here.