I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.
Karen Marie MoningEvery time I think Iโm getting smarter I realize that Iโve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who donโt know, and donโt know they donโt know; those who donโt know and do know they donโt know; and those who know and know how much they still donโt know. Heavy stuff, I know. I think Iโve finally graduated from the donโt-knows that donโt know to the donโt-knows that do.
Karen Marie MoningI lock eyes with my reflection and donโt look away. The day you look away you start to lose yourself. Iโm never going to lose myself. You are what you are. Deal with it or change.
Karen Marie Moning