There comes a point when you need to get over the fear and get on with your life, and a lot of people don’t seem to be capable of that anymore. From blood tests to gated communities, we have embraced the cult of fear, and now we don’t seem to know how to put it back where it belongs.

Some people live where they work. Others just visit.​

Time never runs backward when I need it to. Not for me, and not for anyone else.

If you want to go foraging into the wilds of Canada without proper gear, you deserve what you get, even if that happens to include being attacked by an undead moose.

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head

Nobody cares if you're an idiot, as long as you're a useful one.

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