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 GrantI really donโt think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You donโt know where itโs been.โ โEnid Healy
Mira GrantThatโs 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 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