Michelle Mulkern

“My parents are going to kill me!"
"That seems rather harsh...”
― Garth Nix, Sir Thursday

“I tried to picture her in a class, any class, anywhere on campus, and failed miserably. I pictured her frolicking in a forest glade around some guy she'd just sacrificed to a heathen god. That image worked way better.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Ballad: A Gathering of Faerie

“So, Grace, how's school?" I asked myself.
Dad nodded, eyes on the baby koala now struggling in the guest's arms.
"Oh, it's fine," I continued, and Dad made a mumbling noise of agreement. I added, "Nothing special, aside from the load of pandas they brought in, and the teachers abandoning us to cannibalistic savages-" I paused to see if I'd caught his attention yet, then pressed on. "The whole building caught fire, then I failed drama, and then sex, sex, sex."
Dad's eyes abruptly focused, and he turned to me and frowned. "What did you say they were teaching you in school?”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.”
― Garth Nix, Mister Monday