Hemlock & Silver

by T. Kingfisher

At thirty-five, I was more than old enough to know that evil could present a fair face, but I had never heard that it got tired. Quite the opposite, really. Evil is relentlessly energetic.

“This is absurd. Mirrors don’t have other sides. They’re just glass.” “Windows are just glass,” said the cat, “and they manage to have another side.”

I would commit murder for a research partner

There isn’t a Saint Cat. The story goes that when all the beasts of heaven banded together and overthrew the pitiless gods, the cat was nowhere to be found. He had been down on earth, and when the beasts asked him why he hadn’t joined the battle, he laughed and told them that no cat anywhere came when he was called.