Protecting the human race should really come with a per diem, I swear.

Who would come for her?" he snarled, rallying. Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.

People say things like "it wasn't supposed to go this way" and "this isn't what I wanted." They're just making noise. There's no such thing as "supposed to," and what you want doesn't matter. All that matters is what happened.

Things it is not polite to discuss at the dinner table: politics, religion, and the walking dead.

...even saying good-bye isn’t enough. There’s always one more thing you should have had the time to say, or do, or ask. There’s always going to be that one missing piece.

Life as the chosen religious figure for a colony of cryptid mice can be a lot of things, but it's definitely never boring.

Mira Grant is actually my pseudonym. And Seanan is pronounced SHAWN-in.