There was something familiar but strange about her - Snow White with a suntan. Cinderella in biker boots. Tough and delicate and magical and real all at once.

Dear Reader,These stories, fables and memories are all true in one way oranother.These stories are about you and me.These stories feature:— girls who kill— girls who are killed— girls who are alive— and girls who are otherwise.

Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.

Once upon a time, Isola Wilde was watching late-night television with her eldest brother, Alejandro, when Channel 12 broadcast a live suicide.

His face was a ghost story: graveyard eyes, cheekbones as sharp as urban legends, a sealed-coffin mouth.

Don't deny yourself your oddities but DON'T FOLLOW AFTER ME