Thatโs where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesnโt matter where I am, whether I think Iโm a woman or a fish or something in-between. Iโve never really left the pond. I still canโt breathe.
Mira GrantI require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.
Mira GrantChildren's games are stronger than you remember once you've grown up and left them behind. They're always fair, and never kind.
Mira Grant