They weren't true stories; they were better than that.

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.

Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself.

The story became a cloud, and the cloud a sheet of rain, and rain fell throughout the empire.

I want the difficult stories, the ones that aren’t easy to believe, the twisted ones, the sorrowful ones, the ones that need telling most of all.

Some stories stayed with you even when you wanted to forget them.