You’re nobody’s doorway but your own, and the only one who gets to tell you how your story ends is you.

I'm always depressed when a book ends, because those are my friends for however long the book takes to write. Since I spend so many hours with these fictional people, I sometimes see them more than my real friends. And then they're gone, and we'll never be together like that again.

My lord was never sane, but he was my love, once. He always will be, somewhere. Wherever it is that the once upon a times go when they die.

I've seen that mixture of resignation and hopelessness before; its usually in my mirror.

How many miles to Babylon?
Three-score and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, there and back again.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You will get there by candle-light

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