Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again.
Mira GrantI guess in the end, it doesnโt matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.
Mira GrantI require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.
Mira Grant