There 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 GrantWhy is it you assholes always feel the need to tell the media your evil plans before you kill us?โ asked Becks. โIs it a union requirement or something?
Mira GrantYou really can't go home again. Sometimes, that's a good thing. Sometimes, when you try, you find out that home isn't really there anymore... but that it wasn't only in your head before. Home actually existed. Home wasn't just a dream. Sometimes, that's the best thing of all.
Mira Grant