No one wants to set out to be a hero, and discover that they've been a villain all along.

Sarah turned her narrow-eyed gaze on him, making me glad once more that Antimony's comic books got it wrong, and telepaths can't actually kill you with their brains. Give you a whopping headache and earworm you with annoying jingles, yes; kill you, no. (Although sometimes, when she's managed to stick "The Happy Banana Song" in my head for a week, I sort of wish she could kill people with her brain. It would be kinder.)

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

Mira Grant is actually my pseudonym. And Seanan is pronounced SHAWN-in.

Whoever authorized the evolution of the spiders of Australia should be summarily dragged out into the street and shot.

He didn't have much strength to offer, but what he did have was hers without question.

How did you find me anyway." "For all that I must keep reminding you that I am not a bloodhound, it's true that on occasion, having a sensitive nose is a useful thing. I followed the smell of you." Tybalt sighed, looking exaggeratedly put-upon. "If you must be ferried back to your people, I suppose I can oblige. But only because you asked me so very nicely, and promised me a kiss.