Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.

Running around in the grass near an unsecured structure and a bunch of trees is a good way of taking yourself out of the gene pool.

I really don’t think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You don’t know where it’s been.” –Enid Healy

You are covered in blood," Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. "It makes me tense." There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side. "Wow. You must be tense a lot." He sighed. "You have no idea.

Librarianship is a form of heroism. It’s just not as flashy as swords and dragons.

That’s where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesn’t matter where I am, whether I think I’m a woman or a fish or something in-between. I’ve never really left the pond. I still can’t breathe.

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