{"author":"Kirsty Logan","author_id":"Kirsty+Logan","total_quotes":15,"quotes":[{"text":"I met Baba Yaga at the end of childhood – past pigtails and fairytales, but not quite ready to give up on make-believe.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["adolescence","childhood","fairytale","fairytales","teenage"],"id":1751,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"The Cruellest things do not hide in the dark.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["darkness","life"],"id":20777,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"When people are cruel it's often said that they have no heart, only a cold space or lump of ice in their chest. This was never true of Avalon. She had no heart, everyone knew, but there was nothing cold about her. In her chest burned an enormous coal, white-hot, brighter than the North Star. North knew the truth about Avalon: she was made of fire, and she would burn them all.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["beautiful-writing","fire","heart"],"id":26450,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"Daniel first kisses his brother in a town where no-one knows them, a no-account place that's barely even a town, just some buildings clustered around the highway: a smoky bar, an empty motel, a convenience store that only sells candy and condoms and beer. The nearest gas station is twenty miles away. The nearest bus station is fifty.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["brother","brothers","family","love","love-story"],"id":46766,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"Once upon a time there was an empress, trapped as a ghost in the ruins of a jewelled palace, cursed to find another soul to take her place. At least, that's what the empress heard. But, as it turned out, stories can have any ending you like.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["empress","fairytale","jewels","palace","retold-fairytale","travel","travelling"],"id":65073,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"Walking out of the office, her nervous fingers made an ear out of the tissue in her pocket – luckily the thin sheets wouldn't hold the shape, and unfurled as she threw it on the pavement. On the journey home, her bus ticket became a tongue.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["love-story","paper-man","surreal"],"id":70248,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"But life is not a fairy tale. It's brighter and darker, longer and briefer, duller and more magical. It's full of contradictions, but one thing it's not is neat.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["fairy-tales","life"],"id":249904,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"The graces are restless today. They pweet and muss, shuddering their wings so that the feathers stick out at defensive angles. I feel that restlessness too. When the sea is fractious like this – when it chutters and schwaks against the moorings, when it won't talk but only mumbles – it's difficult to think.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["grief","ocean","remorse","sea"],"id":277992,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"She used to be all right, Una, when we were kids. I liked that she wasn't fussed about her antlers.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["antlers","island","love-story","surreal","tails","unusual"],"id":302043,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"},{"text":"It began with the Christmas tree lights. They were candy-bright, mouth-size. She wanted to feel the lightness of them on her tongue, the spark on her tastebuds. Without him life was so dark, and all the holiday debris only made it worse. She promised herself she wouldn't bite down.","author":"Kirsty Logan","tags":["fairytale","grief","loss","surreal"],"id":305767,"author_id":"Kirsty+Logan"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":15,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}