|“||The books we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us. I can see it in you, sure as I see it in me. You're a daughter of the words. A girl with a story to tell.||”|
—Aelius to Mia Corvere.
Like everything else in the Library of Niah, Aelius is dead. A fact he seems a little ambivalent about.