Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

Shaun get your sister her glasses. She looks naked without them. It's creeping me out.

That's the nice thing about insanity: evil people kill you, but crazy ones try to make you understand.

She laughed like she'd just invented laughter.​

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.

Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again.

In my defense, the corpse was entirely unexpected.