Thatโs where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesnโt matter where I am, whether I think Iโm a woman or a fish or something in-between. Iโve never really left the pond. I still canโt breathe.
Mira GrantMother Nature is a freaky lady who probably created pot so she could spend all her time smoking it.
Mira GrantThere werenโt any fairy tales in the streets around me. If there was ever a Cinderella, her glass slippers shattered under her weight and she limped home bleeding from the ball.
Mira Grant