Ry Herman

“But even if I found somewhere to hide, how long would it be before my stepmother showed up with a clever disguise and a shiny red apple? I’d probably end up lying in a glass coffin until the trump of doom. Or at best, I’d find myself engaged to a different prince. One with a tendency toward necrophilia. The coffin kissers are the worst.”
― Ry Herman, This Princess Kills Monsters: The Misadventures of a Fairy-Tale Stepsister: A Novel

“Your cat,’ Ari tells her, ‘keeps dropping on my head.’ ‘Oh,’ Chloë says. ‘Yeah, I’m sorry. He does that. Usually only with people he really likes, though.’ ‘It’s amazing! Why – no, what I mean is, how? How does he do that?’ ‘He perches on the door lintels, waiting for someone to come through.’ ‘Amazing,’ he repeats, peering at the narrow beam atop the doorway to the kitchen. ‘They’re only, like, half an inch wide.’ ‘He’s very graceful.’ ‘Cats are such fantastic creatures, don’t you think?’ He continues to stare at the lintel, as if willing it to divulge its secrets.”
― Ry Herman, Love Bites: A laugh-out-loud queer romance with a paranormal twist