She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.

So here we are, talking about Roman unicycles and alien sandwiches and my sister’s Italian misfortunes, while hanging in between us is: MY EPIC FAILURE TO CARPE. What’s wrong with me?

Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.

I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world.

There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.

It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.