What happened?โ she breathed, staring at me. โI got hit in the face with a pie,โ I said. Mags stopped, blinking. โYou got...hit in the face with a pie,โ she repeated. โI...what? Iโm sorry, but Iโve been in charge of this Library for a long time. Iโve seen a lot of really ridiculous things. I lived in Wales. And there is no way being hit with a pie should have turned you human.โ โIt was a really evil pie,โ I said.
Mira GrantI am a zombie fan, but all of the zombie stories Ive enjoyed started when the dead rose and ended three days later with everybody looking exhausted. I was thinking, What happens in 20 years?
Mira GrantWho would come for her?" he snarled, rallying. Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.
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 GrantShaun has working his audience into a frenzy down to a science; by the time he's done with them, they get excited by the mysterious discovery of pocket lint. It's impressive, but I'd rather watch him move. There's something wonderful about the way he lets go, becoming all energy and excitement as he outlines what's coming next. Maybe it's geeky for a girl my age to admit she still loves her brother. I don't care. I love him, and one day I'll bury him, and until then, I'm going to be grateful that I'm allowed to watch him talk.
Mira Grant